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The Soldier

The shot resounded through the crisp morning air announcing another day of war.

The soldier looked out over the battleground; he was hungry, tired, thirsty, and sore.

The 20-year-old was sick of fighting, missed his morn, and could not wait for the day to be done.

The day began as any other, he was told to fight for the cause and to finish the battle. He noddedtoward the Officer and picked up his gun.

As he thought of the American freedom, he had to defend, his eyes saw just one thing, a blur ofthree colors- red, white, and blue.

Soon the blur became clear. The background colors were still the same. but now he saw his morn,dad, and future wife. fie saw what his freedom provided and soon he knew what he had to do.

He lined up beside his fellow comrades and prepared for the upcoming battle. Soon gunfire brokeout and the battle began. He heard a. man cry out in pain, then another. The battle was lost.

When the smoke cleared the sight was devastating! Many men had fallen. The soldier lookedaround him and wiped the tears and sweat from his cheeks. He couldn't believe the cost.

The cost that had to be paid for the freedom of those who forgot about the war, for those thatprotested in the streets,

For those that hated the USA, for those that denied the need for freedom, for those that mockedhim and spit as his feet!

He was glad the battle was over. Soon he was glad it was the war. He had succeeded in fightingwith all his knowledge and ability,

It was now time for him to go home to the land of the brave and free.

As he thought of going home, his eyes saw just one thing, a blur of three colors: red, white, andblue.





The bell resounded through the long, strong-smelling hall soon a nurse appeared at his door. The soldier looked down the hall, he was hungry, tired, thirsty, and sore. The 90-year-old was sick of fighting, missed his wife, and could not wait for the day to be done. The day began as any other, he was told to fight for his health and finish the battle. He noddedtoward the nurse and picked up the phone to call his son. As he thought of the American freedom, he had been given, his eyes saw just one thing, a blur ofthree colors: red, white, and blue, Soon the blur became clear. The background was still 'the same, but now he saw his deceased wife,his son, and granddaughter. He saw what his freedom provided and soon he knew what he had todo. He dialed the number with shaking hands and sighed as he, thought of all the time that had beenlost. When his son answered, he realized what the years of separation had brought them. Many heartshad been broken! The old man wiped the tears from his cheeks. He couldn't believe the cost.

The cost that had to be paid for not speaking for years, for not trying to get along, for not spending time with his only son, Pete, For hating Pete for so long, for not apologizing, for not forgiving, for not seeing his granddaughter and her smiling face: she was so sweet. He was glad that the fight was over. Soon he was glad it was the war. He had succeeded in forgiving all the hurts and hostility. It was now time for him to go home to the land of the saved and the free,

As he thought of going home, his eyes saw just one thing, a blur of three colors: red, white, andblue.

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