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Sitnalta Posted - Jul 01 2009 : 07:01:00 AM
I received this in an email and thought I would share it in honor of the 4th of July and what it really took for our country to have its "Independence."

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.

Enjoy Your Freedom
and
God Bless Our Troops.

Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. Soldier, prayer is the very best one.

Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235

"You are my strength when I am weak. You are the treasure that I seek. You are my all in all. Seeking You as a precious jewel; Lord, to give up I'd be a fool. You are my all in all."

Stop by my blog for a visit www.messiejessie2.blogspot.com
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laurzgot Posted - Jul 01 2009 : 5:06:08 PM
Jessie, Thank you so much for that lovely poem. It brought tears to my eyes because it is so true. Ya'll have a good 4 of July!
Laurie

suburban countrygirl at heart
1badmamawolf Posted - Jul 01 2009 : 09:46:30 AM
My youngest son did 2 tours in Iraq, came home for good in dec 07. thank you for a beautiful poem.

"Treat the earth well, it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children"
Diane B Carter Posted - Jul 01 2009 : 09:16:16 AM
Thanks for sharing that, it is so true.

Hope all your days are Sunnydays.
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