Here upon this
field of glory is where I stand
As I see all the
blood spilt upon this land
I can not help but
wonder if we were right
To come overseas
to join in this fight
I know that
freedom is not free
It constantly has
to be fought and won for you and me
How can we call
this battle a win
Lives were lost
time and again
Mothers,
daughters, sons, and fathers
I hope we don’t
have to do this much longer
These are the
thoughts running through my head
As I look upon
this field where men have bled
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