I want to speak for all of us here at deepertruth, all the writers, supporters, the Rosary Patrol, the Divine Mercy, everyone, that we pray you have a safe and blessed 4th of July celebration. I pray for all those traveling this weekend that your travels be safe and you get to your destinations.
From CDR (Ret) Kelly Strong:
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.
May the love of God keep you close to himself. The Rosary Patrol will meet on a different evening this week, will let everyone know. Please have a great weekend and pray for the Nation, but this 4th of July is a great opportunity to be thankful! Please enjoy the video:
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From CDR (Ret) Kelly Strong:
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.
May the love of God keep you close to himself. The Rosary Patrol will meet on a different evening this week, will let everyone know. Please have a great weekend and pray for the Nation, but this 4th of July is a great opportunity to be thankful! Please enjoy the video:
Home page
DTB facebook Page
You Tube
Blog Talk Radio Show
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