Well we are one day removed from Veteran’s Day. It truly is an honor to live in a country where we are not only free but we recognize the members of society that defend our freedom with their own lives.
I remember when I was in high school my dad wanted me to look up “That Ragged Old Flag” by Johnny Cash. We had been talking about poems (for real we were talking about various poems that were incredible to read) and this one had come up.
I didn’t really think anything of his request. That is until I printed it out and listened to my dad read them. You see my dad is one spectacular reader. I have always admired how cool, calm and collected he is when reading at church or speaking to the 4-H chapter and what not. As he read through each stanza I had chills. To this day, I can’t read through this without goosebumps!
Below is the poem. Please take time to read through it yourself. If you are like me you will smile because you too have this sentiment. Then I highly recommend listening to the video of Johnny Cash.
“That Ragged Old Flag”
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin’ there.
I said, “Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town”.
I said, “Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hangin’ on it”.
He said, “Have a seat”, and I sat down,
“Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town”
I said, “I think it is”
He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of
That Ragged Old Flag
“You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
and It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
writing “Say Can You See”
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
and It almost fell at the Alamo
beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Ragged Old Flag
“On Flanders Field in World War I,
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
and now they’ve about quit wavin’ back here at home
in her own good land here She’s been abused,
She’s been burned, dishonored, denied an’ refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearin’ thin,
But she’s in good shape, for the shape she’s in.
Cause she’s been through the fire before
and i believe she can take a whole lot more.
“So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I *do* like to brag
Cause I’m mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag”
And I just have to share this picture with y’all. I love my university to pieces. It has always been an advocate for our military and it’s love for our country is undying. We are Aggies through and through but at the same time we have that same very passionate allegiance for the great United States of America. I hope no one ever forgets how extremely fortunate we are. People across the world literally would die for what many take for granted every day.
Gig’em and God Bless!
— Traditions Council (@TradCouncil) July 5, 2012