Hell from the sky
I see so much red.
With tears of sorrow
we bury our dead.
Many hero's gone
many more arise.
Our land will heal
but remember the cries.
Our stars shall not dim
and as our stripes heal
we will trust in God
and with our enemies deal.
Each of our lost has a name
their deaths must not be in vain.
I see so much red... white and blue.
Steven Crecelius
Kirkland, WA 98034
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