They stormed the beaches of Normandy,
They fought the battle of Wake.
They were the doughboys of the Great War,
They wore the Blue and the Grey.
They were at Valley Forge with George Washington,
They remembered the Maine and the Alamo.
They fought in the air, ground and over the waters,
They were in Da Nang, Kuwait and Korea.
They fought for the stars and bars and for a fact much dear,
That you and I could sleep at night with nothing to fear.
When the soldiers the battle fought,
Peace remained the goal most frequently sought.
So let the scars of war be gone and when the bugler plays,
Let the old warrior go home and not beg him to stay.
Let us their valor salute and memory remain clear,
For these are the ones who loved us all far and near.
Victory is at hand for the soldier's last stand,
For death cannot capture the real man.
-------By B.J. Cassady
I do believe your figment is starting to fade away.
I'm beginning to see Red, White, and Blue. It was there all the time, I'm sure, and one of the veils has slipped away. ;^)
Thanks for your great posts today.