This is a poem that was sent in an email to my daughter and she passed it on to me, I am unaware of the author or the title but it is such a beautiful and inspiring poem that it needs to be shared with all of the people that read this site.
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
This July 4th, lets all keep a 
in our hearts, a 
that
we know in our minds and a 
burning in our homes for the safe return of
all our fighting men and women in Iraq and Afghanistan. May this war be over
soon. 
and may 
.