Freedom Isn't Free...

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By Nora Eason

Who says our freedom is free? Not Me. True, We are freer than most, but not enough, that we should boast. Before you say Freedom is free,stop and count the cost of all the lives lost, From the Soldiers,to the lives lost on 911 Please tell me,how we can say freedom is free? Freedom isn't free,when there's killing in our streets. Freedom isn't free to the soldier that is waiting to be shipped over seas. Freedom isn't free,with the pain, he or she is feeling inside,with the thought of having to leave they're loved ones behind, and it hurts so bad that it brings them to their knees. Freedom isn't free,when your living in uncertainty. Freedom isn't free,having to say good-bye, to a loved one that is going off to war. Freedom isn't free,to a soldier who is on the front lines,knowing he or she, could die anytime. Freedom isn't free,when your lying in bed, waiting and wondering,if you'll ever see your loved ones alive again. Freedom isn't free,when a little child crys in the night, for his or her, mommy or daddy,and they're not there to hold them close and comfort them,and to ease their fears,and wipe away they're tears. and those in all the other wars,and the lives that are still being lost at this moment, Do you still say freedom is free? Freedom isn't free when a Soldier is wounded in battle. When news reaches Family and Friends at home, how their worries and a Soldier is wounded far beyond repair,the loss and pain felt can not compare. Freedom isn't free,with all those many Soldiers that wished they had only died because of all the pain in their broken up bodies. Freedom isn't free, when you are lying in bed,and you hear that dreaded tap on your door.And you pray to God that you were only having a bad dream. Freedom isn't free, when you open the door and listen to the bugle play,and you feel a sudden chill. Everything goes still. Freedom isn't free, when there is a flag being draped over a coffin, of a Brother, sister, or a friend. Freedom isn't free, when you think of all the children, of the mothers and the wives,of fathers,sons and husbands,whose lives have been interrupted. Freedom isn't free,when you think about the graveyard at the bottom of the sea.Of the unmarked graves in Arlington.Who say's Freedom is free? Not Me! Written 7/23/008 BY Nora Eason

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