Rows upon rows of white stones glisten in the sun. A silent guard keeps the watch day and night. The bodies like undisturbed, waiting for the final trumpet to call. Hero's all they fell, when they did their duty. Now people walk among the graves and wonder at the markers. They see the names of freedoms defenders. While around the sacred piece of land images of things that have been done sit idly. In bronze and stone the testify to the cost of freedom that is often too high, but a price which many are willing to pay. They did it not for love of self, but for country and liberty. They are the memorial and testament to what it takes to live free.