When you die, they will call it duty. Bound up in honor, wrapped in glory, you will find your grave. Your nobility will be documented and it will ease the tears and woe owned by those bereft; your heroism will soothe the heartache and pride will belong to those who claim you. But, when they are forgotten and the marble is blank we will stand and ask, "Why?" and, doubtless, your silence will speak for itself.