This has to be one of the most beautiful pictures of 
the NY skyline that I have ever seen. 
Even with the lack of the WTC buildings.
I take no credit for the images below.







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.

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This was written by Cadet Major Kelly Strong,
Air Force Junior ROTC,
Homestead Senior High School, 
Homestead, Fl 1988. 






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