Sunday, May 25, 2008

No, Freedom Isn't Free


HERE RESTS IN HONORED GLORY
AN AMERICAN SOLDIER,
KNOWN BUT TO GOD


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.
Cmdr. Kelly Strong, USCG


Whenever I see a soldier boy
No matter where it be
I give him salutation
For he means so much to me

He's not the boy we used to know
In store, at desk or plow
He's a defender of our faith
He's in the service now

He keeps Old Glory flying
On land and air and sea
He lives to make our homes secure
He dies to keep us free.

Sam Miller, 1942

1 comment:

CandyApple said...

Beautiful poetry I have to agree with th poet freedom isn't free at all... May God bless thoughts that have lost love ones and be there guild. My love be with you and your family always Candyapple an Stickbird.