An Imperfect Freedom
Sometimes an imperfect Freedom wears dog-tags and dusty boots .
It carries the calibre of a world alliance , and the weight of nations.
With arcing rainbows of light , brisling armour and many flags,
They march forward from the sea, into the mud , smoke and cold.
Those who defend it , always for the same reasons.
They fight for adventure ,
A pay check in tough times.
Ultimately ,They fight for those who cannot fight for themselves .
They fight because a single soldier at the right time can change the world.
They fight for the person standing beside them and the ones behind those ,
They fight in far away unforgiving lands .
They fight for their children ,
and their grand children
so they never have to fight again for this imperfect freedom .
It is said that only soldiers die with their friends .
Decades pass , they gather in the cold every Nov. 11 th ,
Sitting quietly , berets and medals ,from many wars , sitting and waiting .
Looking forward again , to march peacefully as a grateful nation watches .
In the end , only soldiers march with their friends .
One more time they march for that imperfect Freedom .
Celebrating an imperfect Victory .
A Freedom , defended through alliances of the Free ,
and passed on to children .
In a world where people have to carry guns ,
Canadians ,be proud we are among them .
ken gigliotti Nov 11 2012
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