The Price Of Freedom
The hero's actions, a speaker proudly recalls.
He speaks not about, the moment he falls.
Unbound by duty, a father's memories sweet.
About the child that he raised, unknowing of retreat.
His values he carried, worn proudly upon his sleeve.
Those brothers in arms, the ones he would never leave.
His loyalty runs deep, roots from his father.
His love for life's blessings, a gift from his mother.
With somber tones present, bereavement steals a smile.
A family's love is forever, and friends grieve all the while.
Folded colors near possession, of a mother's reluctant grasp.
Flora green and markers white, Arlington's flag is flown half staff.
A rifle's report, seven by three.
The lone bugle calls, and tears now flee.
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