They lay,in a Garden Of Stone.

        Fathers,sisters,and brothers.

        And now my Question,where are the others?

        Those sons of ours who went to fight.

        They answered the call.

        All brave they were,saying goodbye to mothers.

        But still I ask,Where are the others?

        Son's who never came home,and still no word.

        Years have gone by.

        Wives wait still today.

        And no one seem's to know what to say.

        Two thousand lost men.

        Will we ever see them again?

        No one wants to search.

        No one wants to look.

        What a shame,what a chapter in our book.

        Again,I ask,where are the others?

        Could they still be there?

        Wondering,where we are?

        Won't someone find our boys?

        Bring them to us?

        So many have paid the price.

        To,keep us free,they said.

        But what about the others?

        Our missing fathers,son's,and brothers.

        Where are the others?

        A wave of shame,is what I feel.

        To think they are forgotten.

        Not,in my heart,for I feel.

        And I want to know,where are the others?

        They have closed a book of shame.

        In it are two thousand names.

        Until they find them.

        Until they try.

        Until they say there is no hope.

        My Question remains.

        Where are the others?













        Thousand's came that day.

        With candle's aglow.

        The reflection fell on the names,all in a row.

        Flowers,were every where,and tears.

        And,its been so many years.

        Face's pressed against the stone.

        Why,did you leave me alone?

        They knelt to pray.

        It was a very sad day.

        Eyes searching,for that name.

        That is why they came.

        Papers in each hand.

        Fingers white with pain.

        They came to,etch once more,that name.

        In the darkness stood a man.

        Pain showed on his face.

        A black beret he wore.

        He asked,why am I home?

        And not in this place.

        A marble wall,their last home.

        Something,they would not have chosen.

        Country called,and they answered.

        Now,we need answers.

        Cold wind blows across my face.

        What a lonely place.

        Reflections of flame flickering on the wall.

        There are no answers here at all.

        My God, never let this happen again.

        Our forgotten names.

        On the wall.











        This is a tribute to all those lost,and yes forgotten.

        I have been a lucky woman,who has not felt the pain of loss.

        Nor,the pain of not knowing.

        To,all you,who have,I want you to know,I understand.

        And there is one in this land who prays for all of you.

        Please,lets bring them home.




















        These words were written by E.Themer on 1/19/99.

        With tears in my eyes,and pain in my heart.















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