@ Tini

warum usst du denn gleich Beleidigend werden.

Ich bin zwar Deutsche, aber nur auf dem PAPIER, (und hoffentlich nicht mehr lange) im Herzen bin ich durch und durch AMERIKANERIN.

Meine Kinder sind Amerikaner und ich verstehe Patriotismus sehr wohl. Habe ich sogar hautnah miterlebt. Aber das zu erläutern, würde den Rahmen sprengen.

Und ausserdem, es kann doch jeder so wie er will.

Birgit

P. S. Versuche es doch mal mit Freundlichkeit und ohne Beleidigungen. Mach den Tag viel schöner und schont die Nerven.





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 Appamatox.
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 was there.
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.

Schade, dass man keine Fotos hier posten kann, sonst wäre hier die USA Flagge sichtbar.