I lay asleep one night I dream of all that fight
I see the wars of all time, World War Two, Korea, and 'Nam,
The soldiers dead stand before me, and put me on the judgement stand.
They ask why, and i ask why about what,
They part and i see, people buring the colors of the free.
Then again they ask why, I say I am not a judge of them, I am a soldier just like you.
I put my life before theirs, and I judge their actions not.
Again they ask why and again i have no answer.
Then their tears fall, and their words flow, to me they explain the colors true.
They say in unison with love and devotion,
THE WHITE STANDS FOR USE THAT WILL FIGHT,
THE BLUE IS FOR FREEDOM WE SERVE TRUE,
THE RED IS FOR THE BLOOD WE ALL HAVE SHED.
And again they ask why,
Now with tears in my eyes, I understand and say, I can judge them not.
They don't know, they don't relize.
Then I say forgive them, and ask me not to judge for i see it as you.
Because I now serve as you did, they bow to me and ask forgiveness.
Because i experiance their pain, and i am one as they were, Infantry and destine to serve.
Then with their eyes lifted to me, they agree I can not judge.
I can not see the americans becoming insane.
Cause they have not walked for their colors or served their time.
They only wish to know why, their colors they spilt blood for, is not honored, as they were.
When the flag covered them, and warmed them in their final sleep.
I again see and agree, I say I am sorry, but untill they see, in their own way they will never know.
And only we the infantry will honor you and your pain, as we try to get the freedom filled Americans,
To relize their wrong, until then they only dishonor their country, Cause they know not what has been done,
to get what they have, by many that have and will soon die. In protection of their freedom.
Written by: Pfc Stacy, julius w.
copyright: 2 Dec 1993 (S.Korea)
Dedicated to all who have and will serve our country
