The Lord's Grace
My America
Fighting for Freedom
No, Freedom Isn't Free!
16 Apr 2004
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I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease. |
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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. |
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I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears? |
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How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. |
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I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. |
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I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend. |
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I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. |
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I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free. |
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Enjoy Your
Freedom & God Bless Our Troops |
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Author Unknown
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