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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 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

Beautiful, TC.

Anybody has a chance, please check out these two programs about our troops in Iraq:

Baghdad ER on HBO
Combat Diary: The Marines of Lima Company on A&E Network

Both of these are heartbreaking but will surely show you that we can be proud of our guys and the job they are doing. Whether you support the war or not.

He's my boy

Our Flag and "Taps"....tears of joy and tears of sadness...

We are a blessed nation!

Our freedoms can never be taken for granted!