Sit; listen to the silence.

Sit; listen to the valor.

Rest, and listen to the whisper of the wind.

The wind carries the message.

The message is honor.

Honor is remembrance.

The past bristles with dignity.

Dignity bristles with strength and courage.

Sons, daughters, husbands, and wives, forever rest in a sea of grace.

Tears flow, salutes are crisp and rigid.

Valor and honor are laid to rest.

Alone they are not, forgotten they are not.

We stand beside them and bow our heads.

We sit next to them and look skyward.

We love, we respect, and we humble ourselves in their presence.

The thunder of silence echoes through the hills.

The silence of a passing, the thunder of valor is remembered.

Unknowns they are not, forever being in our hearts.

The wind carries the whisper.

Whispers carry the message.

The message is the silence of respect.

Sit; listen to the silence.

Sit; listen to the valor.

Rest, and listen to the whisper of the wind.