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Freedom Isn't Free, It's Priceless

Freedom Isn't Free It's Priceless!
At Seventeen he stood ready, ready to answer the call.
The call to fight for freedom, freedom for us all....

I sent him off to boot camp, with a smile upon his face.
Innocent and eager, ready to make his place.
He suffered through the crucible, a long hard test I hear.
Was it really possible, A marine did now appear?

At Eighteen he stood ready, ready to answer the call.
The call to fight for freedom, freedom for us all....

To Iraq and back home again, I suffered through it all.
The endless nights of crying, waiting for that 3 a.m. call.
To hear his voice from faraway, through laughter he would say
"No more teardrop letters Mom, I'll make it through each day."

At Nineteen he stood ready, ready to answer the call.
The call to fight for freedom, freedom for us all....

Back to Iraq a second time, he went without hesitation.
This time though only God knew my son’s final destination.
The laughter and the teardrops all blur together now.
I wish I could make sense of this, but I really don't know how.
No happy reunions, no hugs or snuggles from him,
For he is in a better place, and I’ll carry on....for him.

So let us all remember and never forget,
Freedom isn't free and for those of us who've suffered its cost it's....Priceless!

Stand Strong America. Our colors don't run. Never have, Never will. Proud Marine Mom of ....

Lcpl Torrey L. Gray U.S.M.C. KIA April 11th, 2004 Fallujah, Iraq "Once A Marine, Always A Marine"

Semper Fi

That poem was courtesy of Mary Beth Gray - Mother of fallen Marine Torrey Gray

If you would like to send her an email, leave a comment (and use your email address - no urls).  I'll send it to you.

Big thank you to Brenda F. for sending the poem.

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