
Remember me?
Some people call me Old Glory, others call me the Star Spangled Banner; but whatever they call me, I am your Flag, the Flag of the United States of America.
Something has been bothering me, so I thought I might talk it over with you because it is about you and me. I remember some time ago people lined up on both sides of the street to watch the parade and naturally I was leading the parade, proudly waving in the breeze.
When your daddy saw me coming, he immediately removed his hat and placed it against his shoulder so that his hand was directly over his heart. REMEMBER? I remember you, standing there straight as a soldier. You didn't have a hat, but you were giving the right salute. Remember little sister? Not to be outdone, she was saluting the same way with her hand over her heart. REMEMBER? What happened?
I'm still the same old flag.
Oh, I have a few more stars since you were small; a lot more blood has been shed since those parades of long ago. I don't feel as proud as I used to. When I come down your street you stand with your hands in your pocket. I may get a glance and then you look away. The children are running around and shouting. They don't seem to know who I am...I saw one man take his hat off, then look around. He didn't see anyone else with his off, so he quickly put his back on.
Well, it won't be long until I'll be coming down your street again. So, when you see me, stand straight; place your right hand over your heart. And I'll salute you by waving back. And I'll know that YOU REMEMBER ME!
Author Unknown
Happy Birthday USA. I love you!!
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