I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's halls of justice. I fly majestically over institutions of learning. I stand guard with power in the world. Look up.. and see me. I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I am confident. I am not arrogant. I am proud. When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer. I bow only to One, and He is the only one that flies above me. I am recognized all over the world. I am saluted. I am loved - I am revered. I am respected and I am feared.
 
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France and the beaches of Normandy. Guam, Okinawa, Korea, Saigon, and Vietnam know me, I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
 
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped to set free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible. I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts, but I shall ovecome - for I am strong.
 
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the unchartered frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
 
I have borned silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come.
 
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, when I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, or when I lie in the trembling arms of a greiving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.
 
My name is Old Glory, long may I wave. Dear God in heaven, long may I wave.