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Not written by me, but a favorite of mine,because it speaks for me and for millions who will honor our fallen loved ones. this Memorial 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 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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God Bless Our Troops. May we never see another flag draped coffin, or an unknown grave. Prayers for those loved ones of our fallen soldiers..And prayers for those serving both past and present..Have a safe, happy and memorable weekend my friends
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel.
Since God is marching on."
(Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
(Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave, So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave, Our God is marching on.
(Chorus) Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
Omaha and Ywhwshalom , thanks so much for those videos that are so fitting for us on this very patriotic weekrnd coming up..Both bring a lump in my throat and a tear to my eye as I think of the many lives that have been lost for the love of life, liberty and persuit of happiness we enjoy..
Not written by me, but a favorite of mine,because it speaks for me and for millions who will honor our fallen loved ones. this Memorial 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 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.
~~~~~~~
God Bless Our Troops. May we never see another flag draped coffin, or an unknown grave. Prayers for those loved ones of our fallen soldiers..And prayers for those serving both past and present..Have a safe, happy and memorable weekend my friends
Beautiful Miss Blue;
From all of my friends/buddies that are no longer with us....
Thanks for the thread
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