Monday, May 30, 2011

Thank You is Not Enough

Freedom is Not 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.



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 mother's tears?



How many pilot's 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.