Old photographs tell a story about a once great country. A country that flew flags from battle scarred mountaintops to the moon. Freedom and justice oozed from the wounds of this country’s soldiers once, but now blood runs from their self inflicted wounds. The once powerful nation stands in the shadow of her past. Stupidity and greed consume the minds of her people while the sane suffer. The Old remember the glorious days of their great country. Days that time forgot and most will never see. When the bombs stop falling and the last of the muzzle flashes cease, old photographs are all that will remain of a once great nation.