Freedom isn't free...liberty is purchased and defended with a heavy price.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled;
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard 'round the world.
This is not about political views.
This day is about remembering.
From the blood of the first farmer-patriot who died by the Old North Bridge in Concord, MA on April 19, 1775 - to those who continue to answer the call of their country...
Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the hills,
from the lake,
from the skies.
All is well,
safely rest.
God is nigh.
(Click to read all the unofficial verses and the history of 'Taps')




