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A flag is but a symbol, yet it is a powerful symbol. The flag I honor flew proudly over at Yorktown, as a victorious people won their independence from an imperial power. It flew again at Ft. McHenry, as that newly-independent nation fought to retain its freedom. It flew at Appomattox, at the end of a great civil war which decided that the nation could no longer abide half-slave and half-free. It flew again at Ypres and the on the Marne, witnessing the defeat an empire bent on continental conquest. It flew again at Iwo Jima and Anzio and Liege, where madmen bent on nothing less than world domination, ethnic subjugation and genocide lost their ill-chosen fight.
The flag I honor belongs to a brave, creative and generous people, a people willing to share freely with those less fortunate than themselves, a people willing to extend the hand of friendship to a defeated foe, rather than a boot upon the neck, a people who will freely come to the aid of a world in need.
Give my flag back, Mr. Bush, because it is obvious that it means nothing to you, and you are not worthy to bear it in our names.
Give it back.
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