The war doesn’t stop it keeps going. Fueled by patriotism, where’s the logic in that. No matter how many years pass by the man is not in the war, the war is in the man. How long will you follow this man until you stop and ponder if it’s right or not or if it’s just a figure of your imagination? Rubble is all that is left and just helpless souls walk the world of the living, but what about the dead? They are just mourned and later forgotten at heart, but forgotten. A visionary is what I see in this picture, by the looks of it, it’s only a matter of time before the battler our country fights will no longer be foreign fields. Flying birds of death and destruction, fires illuminating the skies, our flag posted and not forsaken on the ground. The white house in colorful display, as bright as the fireworks in what is believed to be our independence on the 4th of July. I bet you didn’t know it was originally the 5th of July, as far as I know somewhere along the road that struck me to be the truth, so I chose to believe that. Who is the visionary? Its America at it full potential, it just doesn’t know it yet. Promising for better days, she stays strong for the visionary to keep its promise to undying hostility, freedom and the pursuit of happiness.