Old Glory - military retirement - passing of the flag
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11 سال پیش
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EN1 D. Newcomb's retirement ceremony.
EN1 D. Newcomb's retirement ceremony.
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 great institutions 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 Loved, and I am feared!
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than two hundred years:
Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argon Forest, Anzio, Rome, Pearl Harbor, the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Viet Nam, the Persian Gulf, and a score of other places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.
I was there.
I led my Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines,
I followed them, and watched over them. They love me.
I was on a small hill on 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 in the streets of countries that 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 own country, but when it is by those whom I have served with in battle, it HURTS!
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of earth, and from my vantage point on the moon, I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.
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 as a bandage for my wounded comrades on the field of battle,
-- when I fly at half mast to honor my Soldiers, my Sailors, my Airmen, my Marines,
-- and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother - at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.
I am proud - My name is Old Glory!
Long may I wave, dear God. Long may I wave.
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 great institutions 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 Loved, and I am feared!
I have fought in every battle of every war for more than two hundred years:
Gettysburg, Shiloh, Appomattox, San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, the Argon Forest, Anzio, Rome, Pearl Harbor, the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Viet Nam, the Persian Gulf, and a score of other places long forgotten by all but those who were there with me.
I was there.
I led my Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines,
I followed them, and watched over them. They love me.
I was on a small hill on 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 in the streets of countries that 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 own country, but when it is by those whom I have served with in battle, it HURTS!
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of earth, and from my vantage point on the moon, I stand watch over the uncharted new frontiers of space.
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 as a bandage for my wounded comrades on the field of battle,
-- when I fly at half mast to honor my Soldiers, my Sailors, my Airmen, my Marines,
-- and when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving mother - at the graveside of her fallen son or daughter.
I am proud - My name is Old Glory!
Long may I wave, dear God. Long may I wave.
11 سال پیش
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