Home of the Free, Because of the Brave
You’ve heard this saying before, I’m sure, and having just celebrated Independence Day, I know I will be forever thankful to those who have served this country from the beginning through the present and into the future, preserving our rights, our lives, our freedom. This poem by Audie Murphy, WWII Veteran, reminds us all that our freedom is something to be guarded, protected, and cherished.
By Audie Murphy
Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,
They sit in the corner and wait-
Two souvenirs of the Second World War
That have withstood the time and the hate
Mute witness to a time of much trouble
Where kill or be killed was the law-
Were these implements used with high honor?
What was the glory they saw?
Many times I’ve wanted to ask them-
And now that we’re here all alone,
Relics all three of a long ago war
Where has the freedom gone?
Freedom flies in your heart like an eagle.
Let it soar with the winds high above.
Among the spirits of soldiers now sleeping,
Guard it with care and with love.
I salute my old friends in the corner,
I agree with all they have said-
And if the moment of truth comes tomorrow
I’ll be free, or by God I’ll be dead!