This is by Howard Schnauber a WW II veteran.

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 worshipped – 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 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, Rome and the beaches of Normandy, Guam,
 Iwo Jima, Okinawa, Korea, KheSan, and Saigon.Vietnam knows 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 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 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 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 grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.


By Howard SchnauberHoward is a veteran of the war in the Pacific in WWII.For more see: