posted 10-13-2001 08:12 AM
FREEDOM IS NOT FREE
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 foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No Freedom is not 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!
copyright 1981
Kelly Strong
kellystrong@aol.com
The Silent Ranks
I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.
I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I'm not the ones who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough. I'm the one that's left behind.
My husband is a patriot, a brave and prideful man
and the call to serve his country, not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.
I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks
known as the Military Wife
Writer Unknown
IN HONOR OF FALLEN NIGHT STALKERS
When the roll was called that morning,
We listened for their names;
We paused in solemn silence,
For each it was the same.
None answered to the roll call,
Each one had passed away;
We felt the pain and the anguish,
On that sad and mournful day.
Each of us who knew them,
Knew it was not their last fight;
For God will take them home,
With him, they'll make their last flight.
Only those who fought with them,
On their final day;
Know what heroes they really were,
Yes heroes, we all will say.
For each of them was more concerned,
With the welfare of others;
This selfless love they possessed,
Makes us a band of brothers.
There was no hesitation,
With bullets round them flying;
They came to help their buddies,
For they knew others were dying.
Yes these men were heroes,
What each Warrior wants to be;
But these were special ones,
For they were Night Stalkers, you see.
So when their story is told,
Everyone will then admit;
It's more than just a motto;
"Night Stalkers Don't Quit!"
Col. Jerry Boykin
Mogadishu, Somalia
In honor of fallen Night Stalkers
3 Oct 93
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Andrew
'99
Colorado