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 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 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.



Freedom is Not Free
by Cadet Major Kelly Strong
AFJ ROTC
Homestead Sr. High School
Homestead, Florida 1988

 

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John 15:13

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