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The Cost Of Freedom

He died serving our country, in a land far away. He gave his life for freedom. They buried him today. He loved family more than life, and had to do what’s right. To protect them and his country, he joined in the fight. Next time you see a soldier, don’t just pass him by. Thank him for his service. He might be next to die. How great the cost of freedom. How brave those who defend. Protect them Lord, that they may safely come back home again.
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