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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.
5/28/2006 11:50 am
wow thank you so much for that kat|
if you dont mind i would like to send it to friends and famiy that was truly beautiful
5/28/2006 11:50 am
Tahnk you for remembering Kat.|
SFC, U.S.ARMY 1968-1985, Viet Nam 1968-69. Proud to serve.
"McVeigh had the right idea, wrong address."
"This ain't Dodge City, and you ain't Bill Hickok."
5/28/2006 12:26 pm
No Kat, your right, freedom is not free, as a disabled vet myself, I see the price of freedom everytime I have to go to the VA, and every time I look in the mirror.|
5/28/2006 12:48 pm
My uncle served in WW2. In the south pacific as a radioman. Shortdogg|
5/28/2006 2:02 pm
WOW! Excellent poem!|
VERY well done! Bravo!
5/28/2006 8:10 pm
Thankyou Kat , its easy for people to forget its the remembering that hurts. Seems its only those whose lives have been touched by the service that want to go out of their way to remember.|
A friend of mine sent me an e-mail while I was over seas yet again , did 9 tours of duty in 17 years of service , and well it was about a marine detail that stood guard at Arlington Memorial , apparently this "detail" was regarded by some as a less then desirable detail somewhat of a punishment. Well as the story goes these young soldiers one dark and stormy nite where ordered to leave their post as the winds had reached hurricane force and the freezing rain and cold had left the outside temperature at a level that the command had issued this order to stand down.
To a man these young marines refused to leave their post and risked being charged with dis obeying a direct order , their claim was that what ever they had to suffer threw was nothing compared to the sacrifice that those who had been honored at that sacred place.
That story had made me think about alot of things the most important thing was that one thing that made me volunteer to serve my country in the first place and that was the sense of Honor soldiers like that make you feel.
Anyway , just wanted to say thankyou to your brother and my fellow "Brothers in Arms" , job well done , enough said
5/29/2006 11:45 am
Nice poem, Kat! I watched the National Memborial Celebration Sunday night. It was in Washington, D.C. with the Capitol in the background. It was a very moving and fitting memorial to those who have served and those who are now serving. It was a good blend of patriotic music and inspiring stories of heroism and terrible losses with family members participating in the program. I wish everyone could see this program. It was carried live on PBS. Perhaps it will be rebroadcast this week? 2,700 lost in Iraq and Afghanistan and 18,000 wouunded or injured. 25% of those lost have been National Guard members. Time for the Iraqis to stand up and take over the fight for their own freedom. God bless our young men and women in harm's way!|
5/31/2006 5:34 pm
That was a lovely poem Kats, thank you for taking the time to REMEMBER|