Where Has Freedom Gone?

Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,

they sit in the corner and wait.

Two souvenirs of the Second World War

that have withstood the time and the hate.





Many times I've wanted to ask them,

and now that we're here all alone,

Relics all three of a long ago war,

"Where has freedom gone?"





Mute witness to a time of much trouble,

where kill or be killed was the law.

Were these implements used with high honor?

What was the glory they saw?





"Freedom flies in your heart like an eagle,

let it soar with the high winds above.

Among the spirits of soldiers now sleeping,

guard it with care and with love."





I salute my old friends in the corner,

I agree with all they have said,

And if the moment of truth comes tomorrow,

I'll be free, or by God, I'll be dead.


                                                                                Audie Murphy