Freedom Isn't Free (A touching Poem)

[vicnmickey]

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 sqaure and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men and women like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mother's 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 the fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
No, freedom isn't free.

God Bless our Troops!

This poem touched me. I wanted to share it. It is so true.
Say a prayer tonight for all of our troops and their families.

 

[nativetxn]

Very touching, thank you.

 

[jamsmom]

Thank you for sharing it.

 

[TinkHappy]

Vic ~ That was very moving, thank you for sharing that with us.