Anatomy of a Firework
Each shell contains an assortment of “stars” – each about the size and shape of a jawbreaker – laid out in a precise order to produce a specific pattern. If the stars are out of position – even 1/16 of an inch – the pattern of the firework will be affected.
Multi-break shells consist of more than one chamber, separated by cardboard disks and ignited by time fuses. Each chamber has its own bursting charge that lights and throws out the stars. The container must burst open with tremendous force; the longer shell can resist the explosion, the bigger the display will be.
The 34-minute display features 2684 shells 30% of which will be fired during the final three minutes of the show.
I Am The Flag
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 than 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh 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 Khe Sahn, Saigon, Vietnam
knows me, I was there!
I led my troops, I was dirty, battle-tested and tired,
but my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
America has been attacked by cowardly fanatics
And many lives have been lost
But those who would destroy me cannot win
For I am the symbol of freedom. Of one nation under God
Indivisible With liberty and justice for all.
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>
on the streets of my own country.
And when it’s 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!
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY … LONG MAY I WAVE!
May we never forget.