Having served my country in uniform at the beginning of the Vietnam War, perhaps my generation looks at America with all her faults, as something to still be proud of perhaps more than some. I'm not focused on recent exchanges involving our national symbols, nor am I lacking in understanding for the views expressed on both sides of this tragic debate. I only want to have you take a few minutes to view our country from the perspective of the average man or women that has proudly served their country in uniform, without regard as to whether the man on your right or left, on board ship, or in the cockpit was black, white or any other color. We bonded together to look out for each other, and those that I knew and served with were proud to call themselves Americans. The following words I hope expresses our deepest feelings:
It's called "IF We Could Only Serve Again":
If we could only serve again, we'd proudly raise our hand,
and join together once again as brothers of the band.
We'd raise our flag, and swell with pride, most would not understand,
that all of us would serve again to save our sacred land.
It seems our young forget the lives, that paid the price to stand,
nor will they really ever know, the pressures of command.
Don't think it's glory that we seek, or feelings even grand,
If we could only serve again, old men would lend a hand.
Dedicated to every man and woman that has put on the uniform to serve, and yes even suffer, bleed, and die, for this wonderful country.
Bill Reesor
340th Bomb Wing
U.S. Air Force (SAC)