233 years and counting...
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I watched the flag
Pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
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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.
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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.
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I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant
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.
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I
Thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
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Of unmarked graves in
Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
Enjoy Your Freedom &
God Bless Our Troops
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ON THIS FOURTH OF JULY
I
HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MY READERS
THAT I WILL FOCUS ON
IN GREATER DETAIL LATER ON THIS MONTH.
I VOLUNTEERED,
AND HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED TO
A ONE YEAR TOUR IN AFGHANISTAN,
COOKING FOR AND FEEDING THE TROOPS.
I LEAVE ON AUGUST SECOND.
WISH ME LUCK...
Great message! And Good luck to you and God Speed on your service in Afghanistan. Keep us posted.
ReplyDeleteTake good care of our troops. Take care of yourself.
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to take your laptop so you can keep the site going!
ReplyDeleteI know you were army, but Semper Fi just the same. - Demosthenes
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