Monthly Archives: May 2014

The RANCH; first 3 sentences of my soon to be released book…are they Hook Worthy??

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I didn’t expect to get sucked into such a vivid memory of Treeny, however there I was in my mind, on that sandy beach, holding the only person that I loved like a grandmother, leaning over her lifeless body. Blood soaked her clothes and now covered me like warm paint, and the gun that did it lie nearby. I guess staring at the black holstered guns on the FBI agent’s hips, nestled into their persona like a limb is what pulled me backwards into long ago.
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Whatcha think? Is it Hook worthy?

Freedom Is Not Free by Kelly Strong

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Freedom Is Not Free

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,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
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.

What Heroes Gave by Roger J. Robicheau

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What Heroes Gave

Each donned their uniform to be

Defenders of our liberty

Their mission sure, their spirits bright

Guard freedom’s home, be brave to fight

One final day each faced their call

Each gave their best enduring all

We’ll never know what they went through

But know they loved this country true

Deep down inside we should all feel

What heroes gave, their cost so real

We must stay thankful, grateful of

The gift of freedom through their love

Their loved ones bore the gravest pain

What we can’t know, some now sustain

To God I pray their pain will cease

And each will find long-lasting peace

Remember this from year to year

What heroes gave – shan’t disappear

We’ll never let their special day

Their time for honor slip away

These brave fought for a nation free

If not for them, where would we be?

by
©2001Roger J. Robicheau (Sp 5, US Army)
The Poetic Plumber