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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 his 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 pilot's planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldier's 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 how many times that taps had meant "AMEN". When a Flag had covered 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 the graveyard at the bottom of the sea, Of unmarked graves in Arlington, NO FREEDOM IS FREE!!! Semper Fr Howard Miller USMC (Ret) GySgt
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