Some I know,
the rest only by name.
Some of you were brought home.
Some of you never came.
On this granite bears the name
of those who gave the most.
Those who returned remember with
tears. Those who are lost
are among these names:
lives without you aren’t
the same. To see your names
is a remembrance of a life
you gave.
Sons, daughters and friends
are among these names.
The price you paid and the
life you gave. How glorious
be those whose names are placed
at this quiet place of reflection.
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