For the red…
A sea of crimson grief.
A cavern of sacrifices I stand on humbly.
A mountain of wind blowing through the trees where you sleep whispering, “Bless you, brave soldier for giving your life so that I could be free.”
For the white…
A blanket of peace.
A soldier watching, waiting, guarding your family.
A fortress of prayers that surround you when you sleep and whisper, “Thank you, beautiful family for sacrificing it all so that I could be free.”
For the blue.
A flag of stories.
A promise to never forget.
A nation of free people singing in your memory, “America! America! God shed his grace on thee!”