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 die of foreign soil? How many mother's tears? How many piolt's planes shot down? How many die 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 The 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 mother's and the wives Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of a sea Of unmarked graves in Arlington No, freedom isn't free. Author Unknown Webpage Created By Hummer 2003- 2005