“There they are, arrayed on the face of the stone.  All that is left of their eager faces, their dreams, their inviolable souls.  They are dead now.  They were singularly trusting.  They asked no collateral on the prompt surrender of their lives, they demanded no social privileges, no distinctions, no seats of power or influence as they walked steadily into the valley.  They demanded nothing.  What about us, the beneficiaries of such profligate bounty?  Will we be so callous as to scheme and despoil for these things again – and mock their death, their slow, immeasurable agony? — Sam Damon, in his memorial speech at the end of World War II,  in Once an Eagle, by Anton Myrer