REMEMBER OUR LOST SOLDIERS AND THE HISTORY OF OUR COUNTRY THIS MEMORIAL DAY - WHAT THEY GAVE AND WHAT IT WAS FOR

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Tiny flags adorn the roadway,

Snapping proudly in the breeze.

There is bunting on the houses,

Yellow ribbons in the trees.

There are smiles on all the faces,

Our troops are coming back.

They've been half the world away,

In the deserts of Iraq.

They went when duty called them,

As others have before,

To keep Old Glory flying,

And the tyrant from our shore.

Like the Minutemen and Doughboys

They've been serving Uncle Sam,

As did G. I. Joe, the Roughriders,

And the Grunts of Viet Nam.

Throughout our nation’s history,

Generations heed the call.

Stepping forward bravely,

Our finest standing tall.

There is a price for freedom,

And the toll will always be,

Paid in blood and courage,

By those who keep us free.

So play the music proudly,

Put flags along the way,

Today, our troops are coming home,
God bless the U S A.

Many thanks to Wayne Garrett, my friend, poet and storyteller -

a proud son of the south and a veteran - 

for this original poem.