Memorial Day - For Those Who Served and Those Who Gave All

[Guest guest]

I watched the flag pass by one day,

It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Soldier 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

[Guest guest]

Thank you for this Butch ..

 

*Smile*

Chris (list mom - remembering those who gave the ultimate sacrifice)

http://www.alittleolfactory.com

 

 

 

 

 

On Behalf Of Butch Owen

 

I watched the flag pass by one day,

It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Soldier 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

Just wanted to say " thank you " for sending this to us Butch...and also for the

service you have provided for this country through the years.

Anita

PS even though it is 2 days later, I have forwarded this on to several

people..hope you don't mind.