Freedom isn't free

I watched the flag pass by one day it fluttered in the breeze.

A young Lieutenant 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 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 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 valley,

Of the price they paid for you and me,

Oh!This FREEDOM ISN'T FREE !