DAILY CHONICLE # 5 VOL 6

HOWARD’S DAILY CHRONICLE

NUMBER 5 VOL 6

JANUARY 8^TH 2008

WEATHER; WARM, MED HUMIDITY, 53/78 DEGREES

THIS IS A MESSAGE FOR ONE OF THE RUDOLPH VALENTINO FANS NAMED MARINER; I’VE TRIED TO ANSWER YOUR COMMENT TO MY REPORT ON RUDOLPH VALENTINO BUT AM HAVING PROBLEMS WITH MY COMMENT BOX IN MY BLOG! PLEASE E-MAIL ME AT howard@mahoney-ranch.com WITH YOUR E-MAIL/FAX #! THANK YOU! HOWARD

HERE IS A STORY ABOUT THE FLAG AS TOLD BY THE FLAG!

I THINK IT IS FITTING DURING THIS TIME OF THE CAMPAIGNS FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!

THIS WILL BE ALL FOR THIS ISSUE.

MY NAME IS OLD GLORY.

I FLY ATOP THE WORLDS 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 IN EVERY WAR FOR MORE THAN 200 YEARS I WAS FLOWN AT VALLEY FORGE, GETTYSBURG, SHILO AND APPOMATTOX.

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 KNOWS ME.

I AM PRESENTLY IN THE MOUNTAINS OF AFGANISTAN AND IN THE HOT AND DUSTY DESERTS OF IRAQ AND WHEREVER FREEDOM IS NEEDED.

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 IN 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 BORN SILENT WITNESS TO ALL OF AMERICAS FINEST HOURS.

BUT MY FINEST HOURS ARE YET TO COME.

WHEN I AM TORN INTO STRIPS AND USED AS BANDAGES FOR MY WOUNDED COMMRADS 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.

 

PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR ANOTHER 200 YEARS!

THAT’S “30” FOR THIS ISUE.

HOWARD