Some are so quick to point out our faults. Below is a poem I picked up about expressing why some of us are proud to be Americans.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 cuts quare... 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.A graveyard at the bottom of the sea ...width and of unmarked graves in Arlington .
No, freedom isn't free. Enjoy Your Freedom & God Bless Our Troops. On this Independenct Day 2009... Pray a Prayer for our Country and all our people especialy our servicemen.Of all the gifts you could give A US Soldier, prayer is the very best.
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And that's (prayer)really the best gift for anyone. It's what we ask for the most when people ask what they can do for Lily.
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