Freedom’s debt is not a coin to spend,
But lives and love that never truly end.
It’s in the soldier’s march, the mother’s cry,
The silent prayers beneath a somber sky.
It’s in the battles fought on distant shores,
The shattered dreams and broken open doors.
Yet through the pain, a nation stands as one,
A testament to all that’s lost and won.
So honor those who paid the highest cost,
For without them, freedom’s light is lost.
Their sacrifice, a gift we hold so dear,
A legacy that echoes year to year.
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Joseph M Marion (Pseudonym) (
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A write of soldier valor and gratitude due. Well done
Thank you freedom isn't free and what a horrible thought it is imagine if we could all get along and remove the lines from the ground and get past colors of skin imagine how great things would be so much better Yes there's still be problems but at least we can talk tomorrow
Thank you so much freedom isn't free
You are most welcome
"For those who fought for it--freedom has a flavor the protected will never know." So many fought and lost for it. How honorable is it to die for one's country when both sides send young teens to fight each other?
Yes that's true a lot of teens do go but nowadays so do the older the ones have been there cost of freedom isn't free.
Yes, so true...
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