the names are unknown
                      but in visions
     we see silhouettes

     of a little girl
             touching the cheek
       that her daddy kissed
                     for the last time

          a young boy
                waiting
          on tranquil grass
                  to play catch
          with his older brother

     a husband
          driving home from work
  with an empty passenger seat

     a mother
             in an empty room
     looking at a wedding dress
             that will never be worn

          a father
                  at a ball game
          next to an
              unoccupied seat

          a friend
                  playing one-on-one
          on the court by himself

     a new born baby
                never feeling
       the touch
           of a fathers gentle hand

          many
     commemorate the lost heroes
                  but for others

          the toughest conflict
                  has just begun

                                    By  John D Trent