There is an eternal memory in a tomb of the strongest stone.

Stone hewn out of the very ground from which a life was born.

A life that stands for freedom and Liberty.

A gentle wind breathes softly over the tomb.

Within, valor and honor cry proudly.

The breeze speaks to all who will listen.

A lone guard stands in silence before the stone.

The immovable protector defends against the foolish and unwise.

A guard who is a symbol of a country.

The guard walks slowly, quietly, with reverence.

Over and over, he retraces his steps.

As quiet as the breath of wind that caresses the stone.