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Freedom Isn't Free
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 squar and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him,
Have fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers have shed their tears.?
How many pilots planes have been shot down?
How many have died at sea?
How many foxholes have become a soldiers' grave?
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 the coffin,
of a Brother or a Friend.
I thought of all the Children,
Of the Mothers and the Wives,
Of the Fathers, Sons and Husbands,
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard,
At the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves at Arlington,
No...Freedom isn't Free.
~Unknown Author~