| It's An Honor..... |
| 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 & God Bless Our Troops!! |
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