| Butler Pennsylvania 46 It Is For Us the Living In our cemetery in late August faded flags stand at spiralled ease guarding flat bronze markers embossed with name, unit, rank and places like Korea, Vietnam, France and as of late, Afganistan and Iraq all wreathed by scorched grass cuttings. But not even homage of this kind withstands faint random breezes that sweep it aside, while those worn sentries look on, too feeble to brandish their stripe-like swords. Next Home |