Freedom does this. It’s constant in veterans’ ears. The faithful wear it. In sickness and in health throughout the years.

Round I sit, humble in the ground, break through my skin and treasures are found. I bring tears to some, joy to the cook, layer by layer, reveal my hidden look.

I am a house that hears the pig’s sound. Subtract the first letter from the pig’s sound, that is what I bleed. What am I?

Add a letter to find boats here Remove the last to end up irrational Remove the first two and it's still irrational

I can be good. I can be bad. But i am sure to change things. My first two, tangoes with Ego. My last two, a game company, they say it’s in the game, but it’s in their pockets..