When we saw the flag pass by o e day, we watched it flutter i the breeze. We turn on the news to see a young marine saluting the flag and then he stood at ease. When we looked at him in his uniform, he looked so you g, so tall and so proud. His hair cut square and eyes alert, he'd stand out in a crowd. Think about how many men like him had fallen through the years and how more need to die on foreign soil. Mother's should not be shedding anymore tears. We are tired of seeing our pilots being shot down. How many already died at sea. The foxholes are suppose to protect them, but how many of them have become graves for our soldiers. We heard the sound of taps one night. When everything was still, I listened to the sounds play and I felt a sudden chill. We all wonder just how many times the taps meant " Amen". When a flag is draped on a coffin we wonder if it is a brother or a friend. I think of all the children, mothers, wives, fathers, sons and husbands with interrupted lives. We will always think about the graveyard at the bottom of the sea. When we see the unmarked graves in Arlington and all of our troops that are fighting, we need to keep in mind that freedom is not always free.
Dedicated to all the soldiers that have fought and are still fighting for our country, may God be with you always.
