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Association of the 1st Battalion, 50th Infantry (Mechanized)


In Memory of Our Battalion Heroes Killed in Action in Vietnam

Alphabetical listing of Battalion KIA in Vietnam
Chronological listing of Battalion KIA in Vietnam





We honor our sons and daughters in uniform!

Thank you for your service. May God keep you safe, see you successful in your mission, and bring you home as quickly as possible.



I Am the Flag of the

Of America

I am the flag of the  United States of America.
My name is
Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's 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
of every war
for more then 200 years.

I was flown at Valley Forge,  

Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox.
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 know me.
I was  there.

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 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 borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.

But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn  into strips and used as bandages
for my wounded comrades 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.


May I fly proudly
for another two hundred years.


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