Freedom Is Not Free
[Kelly=
Strong]
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young =
Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at e=
ase.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
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He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fall=
en through the years.
How many died on fo=
reign 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
A=
nd felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just h=
ow many times
That TAPS had meant "A=
men,"
When a flag had draped a coffi=
n
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
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Of fathers, sons and husbands
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With interr=
upted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn’t free.
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net=
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quot;Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"
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