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LEST WE FORGET
I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Serviceman 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 mother's tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxhole 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 grave yard
At the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves in Arlington,
NO, Freedom is not free!
(author unknown)
I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Serviceman 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 mother's tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxhole 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 grave yard
At the bottom of the sea,
Of unmarked graves in Arlington,
NO, Freedom is not free!
(author unknown)