All Thier Blood Flowed Bright Red
by A B Kakos
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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Hello. I am a Viet Nam Vet, that tries to never forget the couragous young men, I met, liked, and saw Fall in battle. I WILL NEVER FORGET!
"Their Blood Flowed Bright Red"
No matter what year or war it was shed.
Memorial Day is for all heroes, of all wars.
Remembering those who gave their all
Both the living and the dead.
From George Washington and the Revolution
That gave us freedom and our Constitution.
You are not forgotten you Minute Men of freedom,
Your Red Blood lies on hallowed ground,
Where you fought Cornwallis and the British Kingdom.
So it is said, for freedoms call
Your Blood Flowed The Brightest Red of All.
The Civil War placed brother against brother
In a Campaign to free the slaves.
Names like Gettysburg, Vicksburg and Antietam
Had blood that spilled like tidal waves,
From a Hundred and fifty thousand dead.
The green grassy fields turned crimson
From the Yanks and the poor Johnny Rebs,
And All Their Blood Flowed Bright Red.
WW I & WWII our young men died on foreign shores,
Whoever decided to call them, ďThe Wars to End All Wars"?
I guess he never heard of Korea or Viet Nam,
For all were volunteers then, that died for Uncle Sam.
Eight hundred thousand,women and fighting men,
died In the cold mountains of Korea,And the rice paddyís of Con Tien.
Crosses bare their names, where we made their final bed
But Itís the Mountains, jungles and beaches,
Where Their Blood Still Flowed Bright Red.
Now we have a war started by Bin Laden, and Hussien
Their Godís have convinced them, it is good to kill and maim.
Our own sons and daughters are now fighting in those far off lands,
Each precious drop of blood spilled, will be on both of their hands.
Now You will see, we as a people love and respect our dead,
because they are wounded or have died for others freedom
And Their Blood still Flowes Bright Red.