We Must Never Forget,,

[earlzagurl*Flip'sMom*]

We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedom we have, of which we should be eternally grateful. I watched the flag pass by one day, it fluttered in the breeze. A young sailor saluted it, and then 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 the 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 buglar play and suddenly felt a chill. I wondered just how many times that Taps had meant "Amen", when the flag draped a coffin of a brother or a friend? I thought of all the children, of the mothers and the wives, of fathers, sons, daughters 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. Let us all enjoy our freedom and God bless our military.