Like the lonely sentinels, Whom they represent-They guard the long forsaken shells-And care not where they went.Ash to ash, dust to dust-Our nations proudest sons,Lie beneath Virginia fields,Victims of the guns.A soldiers duty is to standAnd serve to make a hedge-Protecting home and hearth and kin,A nations cutting edge.Forgotten heroes of the past-Beneath the sod they lie,I hear the bugles, fifes and drums,As they muster in the sky!“Forward march”! all in step-They past reviewing stands,Each one in his alloted spotAccording to the lands...They gave their all and shed their bloodTo hold, to take some hill-And after their objectives fell,Their bodies lay so still.The sentinels are silent ones-Stark crosses, plain and white,To grace the graves at ArlingtonThis cold, November night.