AN
HONOR TO PASS THIS ON
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
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