The Cost of Freedom
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Standing in his Navy blues,
Heading for a life he decided to choose,
Never knowing if I'd hear the news,
Of his life I couldn't loose.
In his arms, he held me tight.
As the tears I tried to fight.
He started to walk to his flight,
I gave a small smile with all my might.
Standing at the viewing glass,
Trying to maintain my class.
Holding onto his collared brass,
I said a prayer for the soldier's in mass.
Off to fight a distant war,
From sea to land, they will spar.
Defending our freedom's from afar,
Those returning will have a scar.
The fireworks will rain,
Reminding them of the pain.
On their mind's like a stain,
Those brother's that were slain.
Coming home they aren't the same.
Some can't even remember thier name.
You will never hear them place blame,
As it would cast a shadow of shame.