The Heart of America

The Heart of America

It pains me to see what this great country is heading toward. As a student of history, I'm watching it repeat itself right in front of my very eyes. Our men and women in uniform are doing everything they can to prevent it, but it seems to be taking off like a runaway freight train. Can it be stopped? Can the destruction and division be repaired?

Now, I'm not a conspiracy theorist by any stretch of the imagination. As a matter of fact, I'm probably one of the least knowledgeable people when it comes to politics. If it didn't immediately effect me, I wanted noting to do with it. However, in recent years, the analyst in my mind started to notice something strange happening to my America. While there were divisions, there was not a start black and while division. While people generally got along, there were not out and out fights and arguments regarding religion, beliefs, or how someone chose to live their life - people were FREE to do as they chose.

Today, we stand as a country divided. It reminds me of Matthew 12:25, which says, "Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them, "Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand."

The word FLAG in the below acrostic is the best way I can explain how I feel about my flag. It stands for FREEDOM, LOVE/LIBERTIES, ALLEGIANCE/AMERICA, and OLD GLORY/GRAND/& GOD. Where is our America? Does your flag fly proudly? Are your prayers with those who are fighting for freedom - not only for those in whose country they are fighting in, but for those they left behind. They fight for 

FREEDOM.

BLACK AS TAR

BLACK AS TAR by:

HMCS (NAC/FMF)Trevor Dallas-Orr

I lie in bed trying to sleep at night
But the visions of war make me weep and fight
I can't seem to wash the blood of my hand
Despite the fact that we were protecting our land
My memories filled with war and pain
Makes me want to hide my face in shame
There is no way to describe the rage
That I try to write and put on the page
The sky filled with smoke as black as tar
Dunes in sight for many miles so far
Flying through the blistering heat of day
Praying for peace and comfort some way
Providing treatment for the injured people
As we fly as low as a church's steeple
Landing in the midst of a fight in a cloud of dust
There is no way to treat the injury but I must
Training doesn't even begin to prepare me for what I see
There is nothing that even comes close to the carnage to be
Bandages soaked dark and red
Applying pressure to a wound of the leg
A wound to the chest and head make me ponder
This is really no hope but I wonder
As the soldier screams for relief of pain
He cries out in sorrow and even begs in vain
"Mommy please help" is what he screams
Now visions of that has replaced my dreams
I pray to GOD to welcome this hero who gave his life
Please forgive him of his sins and comfort his wife.