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Freedom isn't Free Author Unknown
A
young Soldier 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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