Remember Our Troops This 4th......
Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2015 11:06 pm
For all of our other military personnel, whereever they may be.
Please Support all of the troops defending our country.
And God Bless our Military who are protecting our Country for our Freedom.
Thanks to them, and their sacrifices, we can celebrate the 4th of July.
We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have, of which we should be eternally grateful.
FREEDOM ISN'T FREE:
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!
Enjoy Your Freedom and God Bless Our Troops!
After reading this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our servicemen and women.
Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. Soldier, prayer is the very best one.
God Bless all!
Please Support all of the troops defending our country.
And God Bless our Military who are protecting our Country for our Freedom.
Thanks to them, and their sacrifices, we can celebrate the 4th of July.
We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have, of which we should be eternally grateful.
FREEDOM ISN'T FREE:
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!
Enjoy Your Freedom and God Bless Our Troops!
After reading this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our servicemen and women.
Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. Soldier, prayer is the very best one.
God Bless all!
