It's An Honor to Pass This On > > > > > > > > >
>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 >Show Your Support Send This Page Along Today >
> > > >
>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 >Show Your Support Send This Page Along Today >
> > > >
