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Shipmates
Some served in peace, some went to war
Brave heroes passed through
Heaven’s door
Our bond was tight, the best to see
For when we served, this had to be
The purpose was
to keep you free
God Bless the brave, deservedly
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I WATCHED THE
FLAG GO BY
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.
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