I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA; AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD,
INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!
God Bless our Military who are protecting our Country.
Thanks to them and their sacrifices we can celebrate the 4th of July.
We must never forget who
gets the credit for the freedom we enjoy. Beginning with Jesus of Nazareth, the freedom of the United States is bought with the blood and sacrifice of others. The Freedom of We The People is not free.
Our Freedom is bought with Blood.
Thanks to them and their sacrifices we can celebrate the 4th of July.
We must never forget who
gets the credit for the freedom we enjoy. Beginning with Jesus of Nazareth, the freedom of the United States is bought with the blood and sacrifice of others. The Freedom of We The People is not free.
Our Freedom is bought with Blood.
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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?
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 when a flag had draped a
coffin of a brother or a friend I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant 'Amen,'
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. Be thankful. Show your gratitude.
Ask God to Bless Our Troops.
Please stop for a moment Say a Prayer for our servicemen.
Of all the gifts you could give
A US Soldier, Prayer is the very best One.
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 when a flag had draped a
coffin of a brother or a friend I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant 'Amen,'
I thought of all the children Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
with interrupted lives.
I Thought about a graveyardAt the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington .No, freedom isn't free .
Enjoy Your Freedom. Be thankful. Show your gratitude. Ask God to Bless Our Troops.
Please stop for a moment Say a Prayer for our servicemen.
Of all the gifts you could give
A US Soldier, Prayer is the very best One.
