A flag flies over a play ground where children laugh and have fun. A church bell rings as people come to worship as they see fit. People go about their daily lives shopping and working with not a thought of how this could be. They live in the land of the brave and the home of the free. While in yet another place, a young widow and a mother grieve. A flag draped coffin is lowered into the ground, another debt paid. In silence the people mourn and shed a few solemn tears, while 21 guns ring out and echo back across the years. At a veterans cemetery flags are placed at each marker, where the fallen have at last come home. A new son of liberty has joined them, but he did not make the journey alone. Decades and generations that came before lie quietly in their graves, having paid the same price so that we can live free everyday. In a field of honor the fallen rest having given their all, so that freedom will never fail and the flag shall never fall.