We must
never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have, of which we
should be eternally grateful.
KEEP THIS
GOING PLEASE
I watched
the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young
Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease..
I looked at
him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square
and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought
how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died
on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?
How many
pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes
were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the
sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to
the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many
times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag
had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.
I
thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of
fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about
a graveyard
At the bottom of
the sea
Of unmarked
graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Enjoy
Your Freedom & God Bless Our Troops
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