Forgive me a moment
I wish things were simple again like they were in the good ol' days, days gone by. We fight against the bad guys, we kill them but it is justified because they're bad. Our guys, even ourselves die and we die the glorious and honorable death, the hurt is bad, but it was a good hurt. America was great; red, white and blue flowed in powerful torrents through our veins. We were Americans with God on our side and righteous might in our fists.
We had heroes brave and bold. Honest Abe fighting for the oppressed slaves, Master Roberts fighting against the oppressive federal government. Good solid men who mustered up to the line and kicked in as was their duty, they didn't shy away but stood solid. Some gave, some died, some stay forever.
Ah that's when it was good, solid and steady. You knew who you were, you knew who you'd die for and you knew what it was all about.