Good Morning...
My friend Kath, whose blog is
http://weepingcedarhollow.blogspot.com/ shared this on FaceBook this morning, and I thought I'd share it with you, my friends and family who come here to visit my blog.. Have a wonderful day today on Flag Day!
by Howard Schnauber
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 great institutes of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military 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 respected
I am revered - I am loved, and I am feared.
I have fought every battle of every war for more than 200 years:
Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomatox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of Normandy,
the deserts of Africa, the cane fields of the Philippines,
the rice paddies and jungles of Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam,
Guadalcanal New Britain, Peleliu, and many more islands.
And a score of places long forgotten by all but those who were with me.
I was there.
I led my soldiers - I followed them.
I watched over them.
They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle-worn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me,
and I was proud.
I have been soiled, 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, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my OWN country,
and when it is by those with whom I have served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stand watch over the
uncharted new frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have been a silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hour comes when I am torn into strips to
be used for bandages for my wounded comrades on the field of battle,
When I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers,
And when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving
mother at the graveside of her fallen son.
I am proud.
My name is Old Glory.
Dear God - Long may I wave.
Blessings,
~Lynn
This story kind of reminded me of myself in a round about way. Yesterday, our youngest son, Daniel was flying in at TAFB from Hawaii, and I was to pick him up on base. Well, I am always afraid of getting lost if I'm not sure where I'm going. Anyhow, I thought I'd pass some time by going and getting my nails done. That went great, and was so relaxing to me! Then, I thought I'd go over to Bed, Bath & Beyond to pick up a couple items, which I did, and put them inside my parked car trunk. Then I thought that I'd look around in at Penney's and then check out Ross afterwards and then stop over at Braum's on my way home. Well, like I mentioned, I put my items into my parked car trunk and then I walked to Penney's and found a few items I wanted and when I went to pay for them, I couldn't find my debit card where I normally put it after using or anywhere inside of my purse. I called Bed, Bath & Beyond and she said she had it there. So... I walked back over to their store and got my card, and then thought to myself that I'd just drive my car over to Penney's instead of walking back over there again. Well, lo and behold, I couldn't find my car! I looked and walked all over the parking lots while looking at each of the cars parked. Finally, I found my car parked right where I left it, in between BB& Beyond and Ross, so I wouldn't foget where it was! Honest to pete!! So anyhow, I drove up to Penny's and paid for my items and decided NOT to go to Ross at this time, as I was too pooped to do anymore kind of walking whatsoever! These stores are all in a medium sized plaza..so, they aren't all that far apart from each other, but far enough when you're walking from one end of the plaza stores to the other end! So anyhow, I went home and waited till it was time to pick my son up at TAFB.. Made it there to pick Daniel up okay, which I was kinda, sorta thinking I'd be ok finding the gate where he wanted me to pick him up at, but wasn't 100% sure.. After not being able to find my parked car, I was definately a tad bit doubtful of myelf! But anyhow, I was very glad when I read that I'm not the only one who sometimes misplaces their parked car in the shopping parking lots!
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