THE AMERICAN WAY
When I was just a little girl,
My daddy said to me,
"I have to go to war, my dear,
To keep our country free.
Someday, when you grow up,
I hope you understand
There are worse things than dying
For your country or your land
.
To live without the freedom
To express your thoughts would be
An awful state of being
And a much worse destiny.
So child, I’m in the Army.
I’m a Chaplain for our men.
I’ve been in two world wars
And I’d do it once again.
My duty to America
I do for you with love.
And hope to keep your freedom
With the help from God above."
The Colonel has been buried,
But his truth marches on.
It lives within the hearts
Of every generation born.
If daddy were alive today,
I’d thank him, tho then I cried.
I’d kiss his face with tender love.
I’d hold his hand with pride.
I’ve lived the life of freedom
For which men gave their own.
I know I’m ever thankful
That America’s my home.
So when I hear opinions
To which I disagree,
I remember, that’s the freedom,
Men fought for, for you and me.
And even though I may not like
The things you have to say,
I’ll stand up for your right
To live the American Way.
By Mary MacCombie Fietsam