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 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, and of unmarked graves in Arlington, NO FREEDOM ISNT FREE! Happy Independence Day! What a price we have paid!