The dead, the dead, the dead.

Our dead. Ours all.

Our young men once so handsome and so joyous. Taken from us.

The son from the mother, the husband from the wife, the dear friend from the dear friend.

And everywhere among these countless graves we see, and ages yet may see, on monuments and gravestones, singly or in masses, to thousands or tens of thousands, the significant word........

Unknown

-Walt Whitman