I’ve never been a soldier,

Fighting for my life.

I’ve never thought of freedom,

As something vital to survive.

I’m sure I’ve passed a veteran,

Without saying words of kind..

I know some nights when I lay down,

They never crossed my mind.

So many faithful heroes,

So busy giving everything.

They didn’t count the cost,

Of what their service brings.

Fighting for their country,

While fighting to endure.

Several fighting causes,

Though the reasons were unsure.

Some they died so young,

Without tasting much of life.

Others left their loved ones,

So many broken hearted wives.

So if you pass these heroes,

Tell them thanks for me.

Although we call it freedom,

I have learned, it wasn’t free.

© 2007 Marsha L. Brown