The day is Memorial Day and I sit at my computer remembering all the soldiers from every branch, who died for Freedom in a strange land, under difficult circumstances, never returning alive to those whom they loved.

It is not strange that some men will die for Freedom, for they have tasted thereof and found it refreshing to the soul. Yes, I too, would die for Freedom, and so would you, for Freedom is loved beyond measure. No yardstick can measure its depth and/or width, for Freedom goes on and on in a circuit of infinity, fanned by the hand of God. Its embers never die, but can ignite the hearts of simple folk who have learned that true Freedom comes from God.

There is no charge for Freedom, yet its value is beyond human imagination. Would that every red-blooded American chose to "stand tall" in this present hour when so many terrorists would strive to kill Freedom and to remove that precious word from the Dictionary of the World!

I spell Freedom with a capital "F" . . . to do less is unworthy of all we can do or say.

God Bless America . . . glorious land of my birth!

By C. Douglas Caffey
Copyright 2005

Author's Bio:
C. Douglas Caffey is a disabled veteran of WWII. He served (1944-1946) in the 509th Composite Bomb Group, 58th Wing, Air Photo Unit, 20th Air Force, United States Army Air Force. It was the 509th who dropped the atomic bombs on Japan and did the atom bomb tests at Bikini in the Pacific. A chronic sufferer of PTSD since WWII, Doug is a former college dean. He started writing poetry several years ago and though he doesn't claim to be a poet, he does claim to write from the heart.

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