Light was thrown off the waves, cast down by the moon
Though the light was bright, the shadow of the fort ahead laid heavily on our hearts
The colours of the flag we fought for fluttered, white stars on blue next to our brown skin and blue uniforms
The sand beneath our feet moved as we started forward, a machine with one purpose
The blasts of the cannons were quieter only then the yells of men as I watched my comrades die
Then I brought up my gun and we fired, only to have the front line fall
I fought my way up the hill, my friends and brothers my only protection from death
All around me were the slain and as I turned a new man fell on me
Blood coated his pale face and more spilled out of three wounds in his side
With a yell I forced him off me and charged, my heart thudded in my ears, in time with the pounding ocean waves
The sun rose slowly over the flying stars and bars, reflected in the glassy orbs I once used to see
Crimson waves still washed upon a blood soaked shore, having taken on the duty of my heart