High Above the Battlefield
Along with the sounds of helicopters hovering overhead are the bombs exploding on every side. Overwhelmed by the horrid aromas of gun fire, ashes, and decaying flesh. Within the battlefields brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers fight side by side in the trenches where parts of their history was born.
Many soldiers, who once shared the hopeful outcome of present battle and the glorious promises of life to come. The faces which kept them going for one day to see…have now bid their farewells.
For those which remain are forever etched in the very souls of the strength of red, white, and blue. Stars burst in the thick of night and the smoky thickness of day lingers. Stripes once white are now as red as blood stained bandages wrapped around the severed limbs of battle.
High above from the cradle of the flags majestic eagle’s nest flows a steady stream of blood upon the brows of those who stand where souls who fought a good fight no longer stand.
A flag beaten and worn by the elements has become tattered, faded pieces of cloth. Nonetheless, the strength of its spirit has never died.
Souls of brave soldiers who have fallen stand and applaud the courage of those who now fight in their steed while standing on the shoulders of those before.
With instructions to fight not only our visible enemies who despise our very breath but defeat the things on our very soil whose mission is to take away the true meaning of freedom.
Defeat the hatred not of a people but, of a nation whose melting pot runneth over. From a people who detest what it stands for but, reap its benefits.
High above them is the silhouette of a soldier unknown by name but whose strength and valor gives rest to the wounded. A silhouette that no longer stands but kneels with honor at its base.
One of many whose blood flows from that precious eagles nest onto the hands that so proudly hold ‘ole glory’ in place. The flag drenched in the blood of bravery-soaked in the blood of pride.
Oh soldier, with encouragement the banner waves for thee! The breath of many blow for thee! Knees bow before a Holy God in prayer for thee! God Bless America our home sweet home!
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