In today’s America,
we live among men,
that don’t know why they’re free.
Men, that go about they’re days,
taking for granted,
the gift,
the privilege,
other free men,
fought for and won,
with their lives.
Men, without hesitation,
left their homes,
their families,
and everything they ever knew.
To give thanks,
to the men before them,
who did the same.
There are still few today,
who cherish this gift,
and give thanks.
Men, who roll up their sleeves,
and tie up their boots,
and go out in the line of fire.
These men know the price they must pay,
and the price that has been paid,
by so many men.
So many free men.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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