"Blue and Red"

Our fathers left when we were young,
Into the battles they were flung.
The war still rages on today,
And now it is our turn to play.
But when we asked why our fathers bled,
They told us we were blue, and we were fighting red.

We trained for battle day and night,
For soon it would be our time to fight.
The road was hard, but we couldn't yield,
For soon we would be in the field
And endlessly our trainers said,
You are blue.  You will kill red.

The struggle was furious, as we charged in,
One more city to secure, one more battle to win.
As we ran we heard the booming of a shell,
And my dear friend Clyde cried in pain, and fell.
That night we all wondered why he was dead.
Sarge told us he was blue, he died fighting red.

I lost many a friend to enemy fire,
Their mothers never saw a funeral pyre.
I have myself taken many lives.
I struggle to forget their eyes.
The only consolation that I knew,
Was that they were red and I was blue.

One battle I was wounded and ran for shelter,
In the heat of an island summer swelter.
I crouched in a bunker and stopped the blood flow,
But I was not alone there, and soon I felt the blow.
I fell to the ground, looked up and saw his face
I asked, "What was it for, why am I dying in this place?"

He heard me, and there was pity in his eyes as he said,
"Because you are Blue and I am Red."