Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

A representation of who was living, and protecting the living, who was courageous, yet tired, put to rest; awakening the citizens, so grateful. The soldier was to be remembered, they were to be remembered, , by one. Made equal - they were, not one more qualified to be centered than the other. This unknown artifact was crafted with precise thought. From the bottom, his body - relieved of any fright and worry - and covered with blankets of dirt from which they once engaged in war and shed blood. Each crumble is a piece of him, and them, as if he's being hurried with the ashes of comrades. Glass seals the tomb, enscripted with a tribute, made of bullet shells. Not just any, shells that fell dying the war. Each melted shell is special, as would each unique shell that your child hand picked from the sand on his or her trip to the beach - just for you. Lining this tomb is the flower found in the area of the battlefield, a poppy. They line the entire tomb, making no beginning and no end, for the life of the soldiers will always be remembered. The citizens remain grateful. Eyes filled with water, a tear drop could fall. Nerves in the heart playing tag, scattering, running as fast as they can. Palms clinches to heart, as to say, "FREEZE, YOU'RE IT!" - but they don't stop. A smile and a million hugs, with continuous thank you's!