One by one the names were called. Engraved upon the wall. Flowers laid against the stone. Of soldiers not coming home. The crying wall stained with tears. Letters traced leaving fingerprint markings behind. A heroes medal laid against the the stone. Of soldiers not coming home. And the drums rolled, and a flag was folded. Neatly it was pressed. It was placed beside the flowers, and a heroes medal against the stone. Of soldiers not coming home. From the very young to the very old. From the beginning of the first battle ever told. We will always remember. And the drums rolled. Of soldiers not coming home. written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love October 12, 2003