Freedom - On this Veteran's Day...
Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:36 pm
Freedom is not FREE – By Major Kelly Strong
I watched the flag pass by one day, it fluttered in the breeze,
a young man in uniform saluted it & 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 the 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 is not
free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night, when everything
was still. I listened to the bugler play & 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 mothers’ and the wives.
Of fathers, sons & 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.
I watched the flag pass by one day, it fluttered in the breeze,
a young man in uniform saluted it & 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 the 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 is not
free.
I heard the sound of Taps one night, when everything
was still. I listened to the bugler play & 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 mothers’ and the wives.
Of fathers, sons & 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.