I AM YOUR FLAG

In this celebration of Flag Day(and of our upcoming special series “To America, With Love”, beginning Monday), KALEIDOSCOPE proudly presents this wonderful tribute to our country’s most prized as well as cherished honor, the American flag… 

        Traditionalists say I was born of a woman’s hand-fashioned from bits of colored cloth by a seamstress in a small house in Philadelphia, a year after the new country was born.

        Historians are less certain of my origin. Yet no one doubts my existence. I was created out of necessity to serve as the emblem of a people whose experiment in nationhood was as unique as the arrangement of my stars and stripes. 

        I have proved my adaptability to change. I’ve accommodated growth. I’ve stood up to time and troubles. I fluttered in the fall air with General Washington and his loyal French allies at Yourktown. My fabric was shredded by cannonballs from British frigates in the War of 1812. I was carried in triumph by Andy Jackson at New Orleans. The British could see me clearly in the mists of “dawn’s early light”, waving from the standards at Fort McHenry.

        I’ve witnessed turmoil and bitterness, even lost some of my glory in mid-century in a war between brothers, but I was restored as a nation’s emblem at Appomattox. I traveled West with the new frontier. I flew from the headlamps of the Iron Horse in Utah. I was with the prospectors at Sutter’s Mill, with the calvary against cattle rustlers, with the Rough Riders at Sam Juan Hill.

        I crossed the Marne with the doughboys anxious to make the world safe for democracy. I was with brave GIs storming the beaches at Normandy. I was raised over a shell-pocked hilltop at Iwo Jima and I stood by the grim-faced negotiators at Panmunjom. I was on that last helicopter from Saigon and with the men and women of Operation Desert Storm. I have been around in victory and defeat. I’ve seen pleasure and pain. I was raised over the rubble of the World Trade Center and at the Pentagon. I’ve been folded smartly by soldiers and handed to weeping widows. I’ve covered the coffins of those who’ve served country and community.

        I also decorated bandstands and concert halls. I am saluted in parades, in schools, and at ball parks. I am part of political campaigns, high holidays and ice cream socials. I fly from skyscrapers and bungalows. I’ve been to the moon and the ocean floor.

        I am everywhere my people are. I am saluted and, occasionally, scorned. I have been held with pride and I have been ridiculed, because I am everything my people are: Proud, angry, happy, sad, vengeful, argumentative, ambitious, indifferent. I was created to serve a people and a government in change. There are now more stars in my blue field than there were in the beginning and, if need be, there’s room for more.

        But those red and white stripes remain as they’ve always remained: Clearly visible through the struggle-The symbol of the “land of the free and the home of the brave”.

        I am your past. I am your future. I am your flag.

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