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Freedom is not free....

Love this and wanted to share...  My step-son is in Afghanistan and we are all so proud of him and also very, very thankful that he will be home to spend some time with his family next week.   It is because of these brave soldiers that we are able to post what we want when we want and for that I thank you all.
 
 

 
 
 
I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Service man 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 ... more

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