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Old Glory

bfairbfair Member Posts: 250 ✭✭✭
edited September 2001 in General Discussion
Just got done folding the Garrison Flag bout an hour ago, and man, is it heavy or what??? Anybody else ever have to fold the cotton Garrison Flag with only 2 people?
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  • bfairbfair Member Posts: 250 ✭✭✭
    edited November -1
    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 arrogant.I am proud.When I am flown with my fellow banners,my head is a little higher,my colors a little bit truer.I bow to no one!I am recognized all over the world.I am worshipped - I am saluted.I am loved - I am revered.I am respected-and I am feared.I have fought in every battle of everywar for more then 200 years.I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,Shiloh and Appomattox.I was there at San Juan Hill,the trenches of France,in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Romeand the beaches of Normandy, Guam.Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon,Vietnam know me,I was there.I led my troops,I was dirty, battleworn and tired,but my soldiers cheered meAnd I was proud.I have been burned, torn and trampledon the streets of countries I have helped set free.It does not hurt, for I am invincible.I have been soiled upon, burned, tornand trampled on the streets of my country.And when it's by those! whom I've served in battle -it hurts.But I shall overcome - for I am strong.I have slipped the bonds of Earthand stood watch over the unchartedfrontiers of space from my vantage pointon the moon.I have borne silent witnessto all of America's finest hours.But my finest hours are yet to come.When I am torn into stripsand used as bandagesfor my wounded comrades on the battlefield,When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,Or when I lie in the trembling armsof a grieving parentat the grave of their fallen son or daughter,I am proud.MY NAME IS OLD GLORYLONG MAY I WAVE.DEAR GOD IN HEAVENLONG MAY I WAVE
    When you come to a fork in the road...Take itSemper Paratus
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  • bfairbfair Member Posts: 250 ✭✭✭
    edited November -1
    MORE PEOPLE CLAPPED STOOD UP AND CHEERED WHEN SHE CAME BY THEN ANY OTHER TIME




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