remembrance of rage,
bloody brutal battle,
and forever silence...of
25,000 buried within.
Their bronzed vacant eyes mirror hills splashed
with ripped, twisted steel and mounds of bodies.
Their nostrils burn
from smoldered rubber and festered remains.
They hear the echo of wailing comrades,
and enemies alike.
Black, polished granite beneath their boots
bears no name.
The epitaph resounds: