I am the American flag. The Stars and Stripes. Old Glory.
I am thirteen stripes, seven red alternating with six white to represent the
original 13 colonies, with a white star on a blue background for each state. The colors are also those of the British and French flags;
two countries that, in their own way each contributed to the birth of a new
American nation, the likes of which had never been seen before. Over the years,
more and more stars have been added to me, but not one has ever been taken
away.
I have been carried by troops in every war from the
Revolutionary war, Civil war, the war to end all wars, the war after that one, Korea,
Vietnam and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. I have been carried by athletes,
by mountaineers, skydivers, on suit lapels and leather motorcycle jackets; I’ve
even been carried into space and planted on the Moon. I have been carried on seas
and oceans around the world and to the bottom of Pearl Harbor. I have flown at
the Olympics, The White House, every state Capitol in the Union, school graduations,
Boy Scout camps and NASCAR races. I have been trodden underfoot or burned by
foreign dissenters and enemies of my country as well as Americans expressing
their opinions. I have lain, draped over the coffins of those who can no longer
salute me. I have flown at half mast to signify respect and remembrance for those
who can no longer carry me in their hearts or hands.
There are many flags in the world, each with their own
story, each one unique. But I am not them and they are not me; for I am the
American Flag.
© copyright John Higgs, 2013 Distribution for
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