THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!! (Turn the sound up) Thank you all who have helped to preserve Our Freedom, for which the flag is a symbol.  No words are adequate to express my gratitude to all who have worked, fought and sacrificed - particularly the soldiers, sailors, airmen, marines and coast guard - the retired service members, the family members and friends of the veterans.  We are very grateful and appreciative for the land in which we live and those certain inalienable rights!  May God continue to bless the United States of America!!

I Am the Flag of the Of America    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  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 and Korea know me. I was there. Khe Sanh, Saigon, Vietnam know me. I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn and tired, But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.   I have been burned, torn and trampled on in 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 in the streets of my country. And when it's done 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...!!  This message is to all who still love and respect me that I may fly proudly for another two hundred years. Music by Lee Greenwood