I stood behind you, while my face
was splattered with mud and blood.
You were the last thing I saw as my
eyes closed and dreams of my wife and
children danced in front of my eyes, to
close and see no more light.
I saw you as I went to school and
learned things I never knew I had a use for.
I saw you at the football games and
I saw you at church.
I saw you at picnics I went to as
a child, and in these last moments
I saw you as blood and mud.
I closed my eyes.
I feel you wrapped around me as I
join the earth with my brothers.
And I in my dream of eternity see you
consumed in flame for everything I lived for
and feared to die for - my flag.
My soul, my wishes in life are a sacrifice
to you.
Are you real or just a dream?
My dream, my wants are eighty thousand
brothers with me. Eugene Chambliss
Copyright - February 01, 1985 |
