No, freedom isn't 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 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


This blog is listed on The Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler site in the Dept. of Unapologetic Americanism. I wear that as proudly as I do my 'Bring Em On Allah' and '72 Virgins Dating Service, We'll Hook You Up!' t-shirt. It's to bad that living in central Oklahoma we don't have many moonbats willing to say anything. I work with a few that tried to start, using the standard 'talking points'. Let's just say they haven't tried that again. Maybe I should take a look at that other job, wouldn't it be a hoot to wear one of those shirts in Canada?!?