The Red White and Blue.

         The Flag that flies high and proud.

                           The Freedom that does not come free

He has worked long hours

         He has seen nightmares in daylight

                          He has watched his brothers die.

When it's all said and done

               When the dessert dissapears

                       When the plane reaches the fruited plain

That's when the wounds are exposed

            That's when flashbacks take over

                      That's when anxiety overpowers logic

No one understands

         No one could possibly comprehend

                                      No one cares anyway

An American Soldier

                A broken spirit

                             A wounded warrier

The wounds may not be seen

              The scars are not physical

                           The hurt is within the mind

He wonders why him

           He does not even understand his condition

                       He feels he can just power through, like every other time

Except this time he cannot fight alone,

                 Except this time the wound won't heal

                            Except this time...a soldier never made it home.