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's about you and me.
I remember some time ago, people would line 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 Ė remember?
And you, I remember were standing there, straight as a soldier. You didnít 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 Ė remember?
What happened? Iím still the same old flag. Oh, Iíve added 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 donít feel as proud as I used to feel when I came 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 shouting; they donít seem
to know who I am.
I saw one man take his hat off, then he looked around, and when he didnít see anybody
else take off their hat, he quickly put his on again.
Is it a sin to be patriotic today? Have you forgotten what I stand for, and where I have been?
Anzio, Guadalcanal, Korea and Vietnam!
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.
Well, it wonít be long until Iíll be coming down your street again, So, when you see me, please
stand straight and place your hand over your heart and Iíll know that you remembered.
Iíll salute you by waving back!