netquiddler: (Flag)
(The below story is not my own -- in fact, I know not who the author is.)

Hello. 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 every one, proudly waving in the breeze.

When your Daddy saw me coming, he immediately removed his hat and placed it against his left shoulder so that his hand was directly over his heart -- remember?

And you, I remember, were standing there, straight as a soldier. You didn't have a hat, but you were giving the right salute. Remember your little sister? Not to be outdone, she was saluting the same as you, with her right hand over her heart -- remember?

What happened? I'm still the same old flag. Oh, I have a few more stars since you were a boy and a lot more blood has been shed since those parades of long ago.

But now, somehow, I don't feel as proud as I used to feel. When I come down your street, you just stand there with your hands in your pockets. You may give me a small glance, and then you look away. I see children running around you and shouting; they don't seem to know who I am.

I saw one man take his hat off, then he looked around, and when he didn't see see anybody else take off his hat, he quickly put his on again.

And what about that night at the baseball game? When they played the Star-Spangled Banner and I waved so proudly in the breeze -- nobody bothered to sing. They stood up alright as a sort of mild patriotic gesture, but then they talked among themselves about the game and the weather. But they didn't sing. I felt hurt.

Is it a sin to be patriotic anymore? Have you forgotten what I stand for and where I've been -- Anzio, Guadalcanal, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, and the many countries where our Armed Forces have been stationed as Peace Keepers!

Take a look at the Memorial Honor Rolls, and see the names of those patriotic Americans who gave their lives to keep this republic free. When you salute ME, you are actually saluting THEM.

I may not be coming down your street for a long time. It seems that patriotic parades are a thing of the past. But when I do, please stand up straight-- place your right hand over your heart -- and if they play the Star Spangled Banner, sing out loud and clear. I'll know that you remembered. I'll salute you by waving back!
netquiddler: (Flag)
(The below story is not my own -- in fact, I know not who the author is.)

Hello. 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 every one, proudly waving in the breeze.

When your Daddy saw me coming, he immediately removed his hat and placed it against his left shoulder so that his hand was directly over his heart -- remember?

And you, I remember, were standing there, straight as a soldier. You didn't have a hat, but you were giving the right salute. Remember your little sister? Not to be outdone, she was saluting the same as you, with her right hand over her heart -- remember?

What happened? I'm still the same old flag. Oh, I have a few more stars since you were a boy and a lot more blood has been shed since those parades of long ago.

But now, somehow, I don't feel as proud as I used to feel. When I come down your street, you just stand there with your hands in your pockets. You may give me a small glance, and then you look away. I see children running around you and shouting; they don't seem to know who I am.

I saw one man take his hat off, then he looked around, and when he didn't see see anybody else take off his hat, he quickly put his on again.

And what about that night at the baseball game? When they played the Star-Spangled Banner and I waved so proudly in the breeze -- nobody bothered to sing. They stood up alright as a sort of mild patriotic gesture, but then they talked among themselves about the game and the weather. But they didn't sing. I felt hurt.

Is it a sin to be patriotic anymore? Have you forgotten what I stand for and where I've been -- Anzio, Guadalcanal, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, and the many countries where our Armed Forces have been stationed as Peace Keepers!

Take a look at the Memorial Honor Rolls, and see the names of those patriotic Americans who gave their lives to keep this republic free. When you salute ME, you are actually saluting THEM.

I may not be coming down your street for a long time. It seems that patriotic parades are a thing of the past. But when I do, please stand up straight-- place your right hand over your heart -- and if they play the Star Spangled Banner, sing out loud and clear. I'll know that you remembered. I'll salute you by waving back!

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