Memorial Day

Happy Memorial Day!

Everything that I want to say seems to remain a jumbled mess in my mind right now. I guess I just have no words to express the gratitude that I feel for those who have fought and died for our country, and for the families of these soldiers who, in many ways, are just as brave as the loved one(s) they lost.
Since the words escape me, I will keep it simple.

Thank you, to all of the soldiers throughout the years, who have made the ultimate sacrifice for our country and its citizens.

I am reminded of a poem that was handed to me at a candlelight vigil after 9/11.
I would like to share that poem with you.

I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

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 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,

Okinawa, Korea, and Vietnam.

I was there. I led my troops.

I was dirty, battle-weary 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.

MY NAME IS "OLD GLORY".

LONG MAY I WAVE.

DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN,

LONG MAY I WAVE.

I have created a printable and would like to share that with you as well.

Click Here to download or print a copy.