Analysis of My Dream

Early morning, was on my commute, an olive green vehicle came in my field of view,
 a cumulative process of thoughts started, eventually led me to think of you.
But who were you?
In afternoon, was sitting under shade of tree, lost in my own thoughts,
 A sudden sound of rotor blades plunged into eardrums, eyesight followed the source, and head rose up then,
 what I had seen, an MI17, and Air Force engraved therein,
 that led me to think of you.
But who were you?
I lost one battle though, that's not an end yet, there's a fire burning inside to join you.
But who were you?
My Dream, My Dream