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I watched the flag pass by one day I was informed via emal that according to a Dear Abby column this beautiful poem was written by Cadet Major Kelly Strong, Air Force Junior ROTC---,Homestead Senior High School,
Page by Mary Jones 2004
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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