Operation Just Cause
...for as long as it takes
The Unknown
E.O. Laughlin.
I do not understand...
they bring so many, many flowers to me-
Rainbows of roses, wreaths from every land;
and hosts of solemn strangers come to see
My tomb here on these quiet, wooded heights.
My tomb here seems to be
one of the sights.
The low-voiced men, who
speak of me quite fondly, call me
"The Unknown" -
But now and then, at dusk
Madonna-meek
Bent, mournful mothers come to me alone
and whisper down - the flowers and grasses through -
Such names as "Jim" and "John" -
I wish they knew.
And once, my sweetheart came.
She did not - nay, she could not know;
But thought of me and crooned to me the name
She called me by - how many years ago?
A very precious name. Her eyes were wet,
Yet glowing so ---
She won't forget.
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