There is an eternal memory in the tomb of the strongest stone.
Stone hewn out of the very ground from which a life was born.
A life that stands for freedom and Liberty.
A gentle wind breathes softly over the tomb.
Within, valor and honor cry proudly.
The breeze speaks to all who will listen.
A lone guard stands in silence before the stone.
The immovable protector defends against the foolish and unwise.
A guard who is a symbol of a country.
The guard walks slowly, quietly, with reverence.
Over and over, he retraces his steps.
As quiet as the breath of wind that caresses the stone.
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