Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day: Freedom is Not Free

The sun has returned today, after three days of clouds and rain.
So today, as we go about our picnics and barbeques, shopping and summer fun,
we will pass by Old Glory, flying in breeze outside Ragamuffin house,
and take a moment to remember those
who gave their lives in battles on American soil, and in foreign lands.

Freedom is Not Free
by Kelly Strong

I watched the flag pass by one day.
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,
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.

Picture Credits:
Soldier Salutes Flag in Iraq, Baristanet
Bugler at Memorial Service, Vietnam: Army Quartermaster Museum

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