The Unknowns
Around this globe American heroes rest in hallowed grave,
Fallen upon the field of battle, our precious liberties to save.
Most have their honored names forever etched in stone;
Other stones display that simple phrase, "Known But To God Alone."
Who could that gallant warrior be? we will ever wonder,
Why him, Lord, who in the heat of battle was torn asunder?
Whose precious son, brother, father was this valiant son,
Tenderly laid in consecrated grave, his laurals bravely won?
What could he have become, Lord, had fate not dealt him so?
Contributions he could have made to humankind, we will never know.
He gave full measure of devotion that others may live free,
Upholding the Constitution, guaranteeing freedom and liberty.
The young soldier was laid to rest with the somber notes of "Taps",
Awaiting Gabriel's clarion bugle call to shed his sepulchral wraps.
To once again march with comrades on that final patrol,
And stand formation for that terminal call of the roll!
Even tho' the soldier's name was lost upon the field of strife,
The Creator has his name eternally scribed in the "Book of Life."
The Omnipotent One e'er so compassionate, e'er so kind,
Will ensure when the last roll is called, he won't be left behind!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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