We fly our flags at half staff
for the misery you have caused,
prayers emanating on behalf
of lives both lost and paused.
We watch, we wait,
as our leaders plan each page
And when "OLD GLORY" becomes our
You'll surely know her rage!
From the very soul of all that's good,
a cry will soon be heard.
Though you ran and hid as best you could, That notion was absurd.
There is no place for you to hide
no cave, no rock too small
Know that, if we have to
we'll overturn them all.
You strut and gloat as cowards do,
your followers seem to worship you,
They may run from you, or die with you,
the choice is theirs to make.
We will uncover you, and we'll punish you, For death now is your fate.
You misjudged that Old Bald Eagle,
and every mother's son
You'll truly know "The Wrath of God"
before this battle's done!
FROM BENDED KNEE, TO "BATTLE FLAG"
OLD GLORY WILL UNFURL,
HER TRUTH, HER MIGHT, HER WILL TO FIGHT
IS KNOWN THROUGHOUT THE WORLD.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
From the broken, angered heart
of an old sailor.
Please sign my guestbook, and let me know where you're from. (State and Country)
ARMOND DALE PROCTOR
USS ALDEBRAN AF 10
USS DIAMONDHEAD AE 13