Let's not forget what the celebration and fireworks is all about:
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 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.
I thought of unmarked graves in
Arlington.
No.....freedom isn't free.
Enjoy Your Freedom
&God Bless Our Troops
P.S.>>>>> Happy early Bday Big Papi!!
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