USS Point Cruz CVE119


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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


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. 

                                                                                                     Author Unknown



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