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Some people call me Old Glory, others call me the Star Spangled Banner, but what ever 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 an naturally I was leading every parade, 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 you, standing there straight as a soldier. You didn't have a hat, but you were giving the right salute. Remember 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. A lot more blood has been shed since those parades of long ago.

But now I don't feel as proud as I used to. When I come down your street, you just stand there with your hands in your pockets and I may get a small glance and then you look away. Then I see the children running around and shouting -- they don't seem to know who I am -- I saw one man take his hat off then look around. He didn't see anybody else with their hat off so he quickly put his back on.

Is it a sin to be patriotic anymore? Have you forgotten what I sand for and where I've been? Anzio, Guadalcanal, Korea, Viet Nam. Take a look at the memorial honor rolls sometime of those who never came back to keep this Republic free, One Nation Under God. When you salute me you are actually saluting them.

Well, it won't be long until I'll be coming down your street again. So when you see me, stand straight, place your tight hand over your heart and I'll salute you by waving back-- and I'll know that...You Remember.