The bodys lay endless bloody and misshapen on the field. Why? Why did it have to end this way? Why do people have to fight? Why can't we just all get along?

America felt a tug at his ankle. A joung man in his late teens was grabbing him and trying to speak while tears swelled in his eyes.

"Did we win? Is it over?"

"Yes, we won, this bloody war is finally over."

"Good…" this seemed to pacify the man for a little while until… "Tell my fater that I died as a man for my country. Tell him I wore the blue with pride, and that I love him…"

His eyes glazed over as his pupils dialated.

"All I wanted was to be free, why does it have to end like this, all thes blue and gray bodies bruise our country, why?"Alfred screamed to no one in particular.

Just than America recalled englands words "you're too young to rebel, in the end you may hurt yourself and I need to be there to protect you."

The blood and tears seeped into the earth and fertalized the soil.