Freedom Is Not Free

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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 like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died in foreign lands?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
Or ships were sunk at sea?
The foxholes that were soldiers' 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 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 is not free!

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