I survived mustard gas and ghastly death in European trenches in World War I and, 48 stars strong, was hoisted by six soldiers on Mount Suribachi at Iwo Jima in World War II. I'm proud to be your American flag.
Our American Flag
By James Burns
I've been to the moon. I've been burned. But more often I'm honored. I'm your American flag.
With 13 stars for colonies clamoring for freedom, I was first flown at Fort Stanwix in New York in 1777 and then carried into battle for the first time at Brandywine in Pennsylvania. By war's end, I was saluted as the emblem of a sovereign nation, new and free. I’m your American flag.
But challenges lay ahead. With 15 stars and 15 stripes, I survived shock and shell at Fort McHenry in 1814. With the aid of rockets' red glare and bombs bursting in air, I was spied from afar at dawn's early light by a patriot poet. I was then celebrated in sight and song by a fledgling nation. I'm your American flag.
A half century later and with 33 stars and 13 stripes, I was saddened to see our nation divided. Our brothers' blood was spilled in battle north and south. But by war's end, Lincoln’s iconic words would prevail at Gettysburg—a unique nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. But that pledge was yet to be fully fulfilled.
I survived mustard gas and ghastly death in European trenches in World War I and, 48 stars strong, was hoisted by six soldiers on Mount Suribachi at Iwo Jima in World War II. I’m proud to be your American flag.
I was carried into battle over frozen turf in Korea, waved more proudly at home with civil rights and women's rights rising, and was saluted by a little boy as the horse-drawn caisson with his father's casket passed by on the streets of our nation's capital. It was the best of times and the worst of times, but through it all, I was your American flag.
I lost sons and daughters in the rice paddies and hellish jungles of Vietnam, saw some succumb to Agent Orange, and witnessed renewed conflict about taking me, your American flag, to faraway lands like Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria. When and where war should be waged remains a troubling issue.
When our nation celebrated its bicentennial in 1976, I was there. When people parade on the Fourth of July and other occasions, I generally lead the parade. As I pass by, children along the parade route stand at attention and proudly salute me while their parents or a grandmother behind them might have a tear rolling down their cheek in memory of a loved one who served in uniform but didn't make it back home.
Often I'm inconspicuous, standing silently in the corner of a meeting room or classroom—though far fewer nowadays. I've fallen from favor for some incensed by actions our government takes. But I suffer in silence when abused or defiled since I represent all of our rights, including protesting and speaking our minds.
Though I spend most of my time here at home, I represent us around the globe at various foreign outposts, including military bases, embassies, and consulates. And those row upon row of crosses above the cliffs of Normandy and elsewhere where we left our honored dead are often decorated with my colors of red, white, and blue. I’m proud to be your American flag.
But most of all, I represent the American spirit, the indomitable demand and yearning for freedom, excellence, and opportunity. I am not the flag of a ruling regime or royal family. I am the American flag, representing rights emanating from a higher and transcendent authority honored on our coinage.
Look up to me as you salute or stand at attention. Pledge yourself to fulfill lofty goals symbolized by my heavenly blue field for 50 stars. With red for valor and zeal and white for purity and hope, look up and salute with pride what the patriot poet hailed as a worthy star-spangled banner. May it wave forever over the land of the free and the home of the brave. I am your American flag.
James F. Burns is a retired professor at the University of Florida.