Old Glory
I am the Star Spangled Banner...
Conceived in 1777 out of the love
America bore for liberty and honor.
I am the memorial of countless heroes who
shed their blood to preserve this
sacred heritage.
I have inspired generations of gallant men
who fought against tyranny.
A am the spirit of valley forge...
of sacrifice... of courage.
I have guarded every rampart where freedom
defended it's glorious cause...
Tripoli... Belleau wood... Argonne Forest...
Omaha Beach... Anzio... Bastogne...
Guadalcanal... Coral Sea...
Leyte Gulf... Iwo Jima... Korea...
Viet Nam
I fly wherever Americans gave their lives to
preserve the sanctity of life.
My home is in the hearts of all who felt a
thrill of pride when they salute me
and what I symbolize.
God - Country - Freedom - Valor
Below this poem, where there is a sword, are a few lines from Theodore O'Hara's poem, "Bivouac of the Dead" and says:
On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.
We are blessed to have such men and women who have served, risked, and lost their lives to keep us and others free.
And although they paid for our freedoms with their lives, every time I see a scumbag burn our flag I think the morons burning the flag are desecrating the memory of the men and women who died to make us free.
Each person who burns the American flag is a person who doesn't deserve to live here.
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