In Memory of all
The Men and Women
Who gave their lives
In the Protection and Support
Of the United States of America!
And with Continued Prayers for
Those Men and Women
Currently Serving Their Country
With Gratitude and Love…..

“I Am the Flag of the United States of America”
My Name is Old Glory”

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 truer. I bow to no one!

I am recognized all over the world. I am worshiped-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 Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me. I was there. Today I am in Iraq and Afghanistan.

I did not ask to be there – they brought me there and I am ready. I lead the troops. I was dirty, battle worn 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 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 is from those I saved in battle, it hurts. But I shall overcome – for I am strong. I have slipped the bonds of earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all 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 staff to honor my soldier, or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter.

I am proud.

My name is Old Glory – Long May I Wave.
Dear G-d in Heaven – Long May I Wave.