The Price of Freedom
A ghostly image of a Soldier
stood in the background, as
a Mother with a babe in her arms
stood by a grave site.
She lowly whispered, "Father
this is Your Son. Son this is Your
Father. He gave his life so that
others might live."
Being a Woman and a Veteran I realize that women die and leave behind families.
I wrote this poem before Women were allowed into battle.
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