All Those Crosses

All those white crosses stand in a row
on nameless hills in Europe,
in fields of France,
on beaches too.
All those white stones stand in a row
on the green lawns at Arlington
and 1000 more cemeteries.
Rows of names are chiseled
into that big black wall.
All those lives are gone.
All are heroes to someone.
All those white crosses stand in a row.

All those white crosses;
final resting places for our young men.
Strong and steadfast they stood.
All those white crosses stand in a row
showing they gave everything for us.
All those white crosses bear witness
to those we love but can't bring back.
Very few of the old soldiers are left now.
We can feel their sadness,
because they know
soon another generation
will be commemorated;
simple white crosses standing in a row.