For Those Who Have Fought For It
Freedom Has A Flavor The Protected Shall Never Know

          My Father - Brother Todd and wife
          From Iwo to Iraq
:   Semper-Fi


       Andy Mehal in Iraq

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.
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.

 Auther: unknown

My friend Donny    1969 .


My friend Jerry 

A young medic 1972