"Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw,
Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off.
Then the daylight wrapped around me,
Then I heard the sergeant scream,
Then all my reservations fell gently at my feet.
Now my heart is free.
My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me. "-Tift Merrit
Oh, to be free. Freedom is not free. Death is guaranteed. The dead are freed from human sorrows, heartache, torments. True freedom is achieved in death. The cost of freedom is the price of life.