05/27/2019
On this Memorial Day, we remember and honor the fallen and their family members. Thank you to all who serve or have served our country, and especially all the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice while protecting our freedom. Service also includes families, and we know how challenging it is to have our loved ones deployed....
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE by Kelly Strong
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 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
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free!
On this Memorial Day, we remember and honor the fallen and their family members. Thank you to all who serve or have served our country, and especially all the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice while protecting our freedom. Service also includes families, and growing up in a military family, we know how challenging it is to have our loved ones deployed....
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE by Kelly Strong
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 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
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free!