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The 3rd Batallion, 1st Marines I've been telling you about was hit today by an IED. Two Marines sweeping a road on foot were lost when some raghead bastard triggered the bomb. They weren't on the list I provided, but somewhere two mothers in Texas lost their sons. Jerry

That's sad to hear. Thoughts and prayers to the families.

I hate thoses wars. My own son is 22. I can only give my sympathy and prayers for them.

Prayers sent for the brave warriors!

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.

by, I wish I knew who . . .