I’ve been to the moon. I’ve been burned. But more often I’m honored. I’m your American flag.
With 13 stars for colonies clamoring for freedom, I was first flown at Fort Stanwix in New York in 1777 — and then carried into battle for the first time at Brandywine in Pennsylvania.
But challenges lay ahead. With 15 stars and 15 stripes, I survived shock and shell at Fort McHenry in Baltimore in 1814. I was then celebrated in sight and song by a fledgling nation.
