Winds Of Time

The winds of time tell their tell
of men who died in a living hell.
In it blows fates windy breeze
of men who knelt on bended knees
The mortors flew in through the night
as men they watched the skies now bright.
The morning came the blood was shed
upon the ground men now lay dead.
Their cries were heard throughout the night
bodies mangled a gruesome sight.
Bayonets shine a bloody trail
their eyes now show a living hell.
But through it all our flag still flies
men stand proud as each one cries.
The winds of time that fateful day
Americans stand proud so far away.

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