Red was beauty. Red was passion and blood and love. Red was not peaceful, by any means. But red was safe. Red was England's color.
Blue was boring and sad. Blue was beautiful, but not worth it's time. It was the trimmings of the coat, not the whole thing. A whisper, a glance, a nod. But no more. Blue was for France.
White was innocence. White was innocence, unmarred by the cut of a blade. It was wide eyed and shy and young. White was America.
And Blue fought with Red, and blood poured, and blue veins popped in anger until all the color bled together, creating a cacophony of color, streaming across the wastelands of a battlefield.
Red, White, and Blue.