| My story whispers ancient lore; The force at times my rings will hide. I’ve sixty minions, maybe more: Those unseen, these by my side. Wand’ring far from glowing light, My aspect seems to wax and wane, What am I? |
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It is the Soldier, not the Reporter, who has given us Freedom of the Press.
It is the Soldier, not the Poet, who has given us Freedom of Speech.
It is the Soldier, not the Campus Organizer, who has given us the Freedom to Demonstrate.
It is the Soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the Protester to burn the flag.
