Monday, May 27, 2013
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 is not free!
Kelly Strong
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# posted by Martha @ 8:51 AM 
