These colors don't run, the red stands for the blood shed to keep the country free, the white stands for purity, doing what's right even when its not popular, the blue stands for courage, to never give up regardless of what the odds are. This is who we are and what we have to be



BATTLE CRIES IN THE WIND


Battle cries in the wind echoes on as the fight begins.

Thunder rolls over broken plains.

Writing home to those it may concern, my hands are shaking for the boys I know that won't return.

Morning broke to the cold light of day, the guns have stopped, no more to say.

Silent tears and many wounds that won't heal, I can't forget the pain, and it was all too real!

I've seen the smoke from fields of fire and crossed the lines that make me numb and blind.

Closing your eyes won't stop the pain, won't buy me time to fight again.


FD, US Army Retired



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