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Freedom is never free!


By the time of July had rolled around...through many rough and rigorous battles fought in the hedgerows of France after storming the beaches of Normandy France....a private in the 101st Airborne named Louis Simpson wrote down a poem of the nightmares he went thru during this time...with all the lives lost and the living torment of gun fire and death and destruction...let us remember it by reading this poem he wrote with vivid words!
"Carentan Oh Carentan"
Trees in the old days used to stand
And shape a shady lane
Where lovers wandered hand in hand
Who came from Carentan.

This was the shining green canal
Where we came two by two
Walking at combat-interval.
Such trees we never knew.

The day was early June, the ground
Was soft and bright with dew.
Far away the guns did sound,
But here the sky was blue.

The sky was blue, but there a smoke
Hung still above the sea
Where the ships together spoke
To towns we could not see.

The watchers in their leopard suits
Waited till it was time,
And aimed between the belt and boot
And let the barrel climb.

I must lie down at once, there is
A hammer at my knee.
And call it death or cowardice,
Don’t count again on me.

Everything’s all right, Mother,
Everyone gets the same
At one time or another.
It’s all in the game.

I never strolled, nor ever shall,
Down such a leafy lane.
I never drank in a canal,
Nor ever shall again.

Tell me, Master-Sergeant,
The way to turn and shoot.
But the Sergeant’s silent
That taught me how to do it.

O Captain, show us quickly
Our place upon the map.
But the Captain’s sickly
And taking a long nap.

Lieutenant, what’s my duty,
My place in the platoon?
He too’s a sleeping beauty,
Charmed by that strange tune.

Carentan O Carentan
Before we met with you
We never yet had lost a man
Or known what death could do.

-PVT Louis Simson 101st Airborne
Fighting amongst the Hedgerows outside Carentan France 1944.

Freedom is not Free! God Bless the U.S.A.