Dear Mr. Moby
I am a Desert Shield/ Desert Storm veteran from Rome and I came across this a few days ago. I first saw this on a dorm wall while in basic training and I think it would be a very appropriate soap box for Veterans Day.
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 wondered how many men like him, had fallen through the years
How many died on foreign soil, How many mother's 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 covered the coffin, of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children, The mothers and the wives
of fathers sons and husbands, with interrupted lives.
With thoughts of many unmarked graves at the bottom of the sea.
And the unknown's tomb at Arlington, I know FREEDOM ISN'T FREE.
Thank You Mr. Moby for your never ending support of America's Veterans
John Hamilton---Rome… (Amen, soldier….never ending.)