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Freedom Isn't Free
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,
O! ! f 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.