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We must never forget who > Gets the credit for the freedoms we have, of which we should be > Eternally grateful. > > > 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
