If this doesn't give you chills, you should pack up and move on to another country.

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 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 KheSan, Saigon &
Vietnam know me.
I'm presently in the mountains of Afganistan and the hot and dusty deserts of Iraq and wherever freedom is needed.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn 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 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.

Please forward my message to all who still love and respect me that I may fly proudly for another two hundred years.