Freedom Isn't Free
I saw the flag pass by the other day, it fluttered
in the breeze
A young Marine saluted it then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud, with haircut square and eyes alert,
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I wondered how many men like him had fallen through
the years?
How many died on a foreign soil?
How many mother's tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes became soldiers grave?
Because Freedom Isn't Free!
I heard Taps played the other night when everything
was still
I listened to the bugler play; I felt that sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times Taps had meant, Amen
As a flag draped over a coffin of a brother or a friend?
I thought about the children, the mothers, the wives,
Husbands, sons and brothers with interrupted lives,
I thought about a graveyard at the bottom of the sea
And all the unmarked graves in Arlington because
Freedom Isn't Free!
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