We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have, of which we should be eternally grateful.
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 thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil How many mothers' tears?
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 about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea.
Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free.
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.
How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free.
I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives.
