Dad...enjoy the day. Grandpa and Sig...I miss you with all my heart.
Freedom Is Not 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 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 foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, Freedom is not 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!!
Copyright 1981 by Cadet Maj. Kelly Strong, USAF ROTC
Mr. Strong went on to a career in the Coast Guard and retired at the rank of Commander
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Please take a moment to read Mrs. Spit's post today, Remember. It is incredibly powerful.
3 comments:
Thank you for this beautiful tribute to those who served.
God Bless Our Veterans.
Im here to help you wish, from Mel's...but first..
Thank you so much for that tribute..It's so great to see people who remember our soldiers instead of just bashing the war...
On another note..I wish for you to have another baby, and soon!!
What beautiful words. The poem you found brought a tear to my eye. Thank you.
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