Forever Red, White, and Blue
Pause.
Rewind.
Turn back the hand's of time.
Stop.
Eject.
You weren't supposed to die yet.
So young.
So eager.
Patriotic over-achiever...
If I could bring you back,
I'd watch you raise a family.
If I could give you life,
We would again be whole, madly.
If I could change the world,
I would bless it with your presence.
Yet, your memory serves to remind-
All soldiers go to Heaven.
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