The British band Cold Play penned a song about the notion of glory from the nostalgic perspective of an empire (Viva La Vida, see video below).
Yes, metaphor gives words wings, but so does propaganda, therefore, anyone who is given any words with wings should know the fable of Icarus, then they should closely examine the source of those winged words.
The advent of hyper-secrecy and its injection into the religion of the U.S. Goverment, combined with the military take-over of the mass media, has led to the ongoing dementia, the ongoing daze, yes, the confusion about the notion of "glory" which is typical of an empire in decline.
As a result: the Glory Daze (a.k.a. the age of untruth):
“There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution.”(Sickology v Penology, quoting Huxley). The "pharmacological method" has developed in the form of "the word toxin", which has given wings to the words of current civilization.
Its users have risen high into the stratosphere of intoxication, alas, into the realm of a daze of glory.
When this evolution from left to right is complete, nothing will be left, except the memorial daze.
Ode to empires.