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 died on foreign soil? 
How many mothers' tears? 
How many Pilots' planes shot down? 
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? 
No, Freedom is not 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!!