"Their names, though lost in earth below
And hence are not recorded here,
Are known where lasting pleasures flow,
Beyond the reach of death and fear"
"Their feet have trod misfortune's sand,
Their lives by hardships worn down;
They're gone, we trust, to better lands,
To brighter sunshine of their own."

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Yesterday, in honor of memorial day, my dad and I went to 2 Revolutionary Soldiers Cemeteries that are near our house, in Pennsylvania. The poem was one of the things written on the monument at the first cemetery; the picture comes from the second. It was nice to see that both sites were well-kept, with new flags and well-trimmed grass. The saddest part, though, is that all of the soldiers who's graves were marked, were unknown. The plaque at one of the cemeteries said that there were other graves nearby, but they didn't know how to locate them. These men gave their lives hundreds of years ago, but we don't even know who they are...

-M.