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 soldier’s 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.


Enjoy Your Freedom
and God Bless our Troops.
When You read this,
please stop for a moment
and say a Prayer
for our servicemen.

Of all the gifts you could give
a US Soldier,
is the very best one.


Marsha said...

Gotta love John Phillip Sousa playing in the background.

My step dad was a veteran of WWII. The V.A. was amazing to work with and all the honors they bestowed up us vicariously meant for him. The presentation of the flag will forever be etched into my memory.

Have a safe trip!

Susan B said...

Beautiful picture, and lovely poem, Susan. Thank you for sharing. (I enjoy John Philip Sousa!)

susansspace said...

Thanks, Marsha & Susan!
Thanks for sharing that special memory, Marsha!
For the song, my first choice was actually 'You're a Grand Old Flag', but couldn't find a decent arrangement of it. The one on Playlist sounded pretty rinky-dink.
Hope ya'll have a good week!
S: )