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Bonny Red, White, and Blue |
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Our bonny flag flies with great honor to
proclaim
Moral fairness of our land in fair justice name
United in this land so bold and free
Standing for America, the author of sweet
Liberty
Consecrated to establish domestic tranquility.
Our bonny red, white and blue flag
Watches over all, and that's no brag,
Protecting all, over whom she does in glory
Wave,
Flying over this sacred home of the brave.
Our bonny flag's brilliant stripes and bars,
A blue foundation under the brightest stars
Hung in firmaments deep blue fields delight
Twinkling as beacons of freedom's greatest
light.
O that glorious blue, red and purified white
Lasting Symbols under which states Unite
A judicious standard under God's righteous Might
An emblem of fidelity in shining carriage of
Right.
Why did boys next door carry this flag of
freedom
To a tarnished land far away called Vietnam,
Where many a poor boy's hopes entomb
In forever sadness, misery, and doom?
Why did American boys put their lives in a bind
Leaving homes and loved ones in the wake behind?
Why did soldiers slog through enmiring mud
Anguished over our brothers' free flowing blood?
Why did boys knowing only love
Living principles sent down from above
Face the oppressor's decaying hate
Festering in jungle's withering heat irate?
Why did we make our mothers cry?
Why did we heed not a father's stern sigh?
Salute in duty that bonny red, white and blue
Flying so high, bringing tears primordial dew?
Why do we salute that piece of colored rag
Waving tattered and torn, O that holy flag
For which we would rather with honor live...
Freedom give...
Or ignominiously Die
Take our place in the Master's sky?
O that magnificent red, white and blue
Makes us to through a glass softly see, with
patriotic hue
These mother's Sons acted in Unswerving devotion
Saw rampant tyranny far across a great ocean...
Young Americans, gambled their most priceless
gift,
Felt it their duty to right war's unholy rift,
To sacrifice lives revered,
Dedicated to the cause with loving endeared.
Life had blessed them with a Pearl of Great
Price
Richer than rubies, the key to paradise
Which gave for men of principle, no other
choice,
But for this great country to go with one voice
To fight the good fight,
To preserve humanities bastions of moral right...
What carried us to Armageddon's Carnage?
Was it a respect for our parent's heritage?
Was it because we were patriots
That we mounted the war beast's fiery chariots?
Why did we fight so stubbornly,
Doggedly resiliently, perseveringly,
tenaciously?
Why ask why;
We just went where we could so easily die?
It wasn't just the flag we adore
But what it stands for;
That rights of mankind with dignity instill
Deep in our hearts honored anthems sweetly
thrill.
Hoist our bonny red, white, and blue
Forever cause men righteous principles to pursue
To carry to others our nation's most priceless
gift
To share with those of human rights bereft.
Cheer loud for veterans who shed their blood for
you,
When the red, white and blue
Mid teary eyed dew
Streaks the sky,
Answering forever questions why.
With the help of God,
Over this bonny green sod,
Our bonny flag will forever fly
Ever so high...
Meld the symbol of our flag into annals of
history;
Forever may it fly over this land so freely.
While protesters demeaned our very sacrifice,
Profaned our very lives?
Eternally may the red, white, and blue wave
Long o'er the home of the Brave,
Honoring sacrifices stalwart men gave,
Who honored their bonny flag to their grave. |
By
Gary Jacobson
Copyright 2000
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June 14, 2010 |
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About
Author...
In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co
2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat
infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple
Heart.
Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he
hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by
a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are
full of silver threads that rise inside them as
the moon grows large." So Gary says he
writes because "It is that these silver
threads are words poking at me � I must let them
out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot
bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate
those who haven't the foggiest idea about the
effect that the horrors of war have on
boys-next-door."
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