<iframe width="420" height="315" src="//www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/UUZHTE1jMXg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/IMyMsMcGgvc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> When I'm Gone - Mrs. Lyman Hancock When I come to the end of my journey And I travel my last weary mile, Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned And remember only the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken; Remember some good I have done. Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I've had loads of fun. Forget that I've stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way. Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, ere the close of the day. Then forget to grieve for my going, I would not have you sad for a day, But in summer just gather some flowers And remember the place where I lay, And come in the shade of evening When the sun paints the sky in the west Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best. <iframe width="420" height="315" src="//www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/wOih0MHNmZU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <iframe width="420" height="315" src="//www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/3G1FvlPakkU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> Freedom Is Not Free - 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, 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.