of his fallen comrades. Even though he knows that his honor makes it his duty.
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"We don’t know your resting place ..." With these words you end your obituary.
It is a terrible tragedy for the parents when their fallen son is left in the field because there is no possibility of recovering his body. We know your feelings, father, because they are our own as well. How many of us have been hit while attempting to recover the body of a fallen comrade? How often have the best among us volunteered to look for a comrade who was left just a few meters from the enemy lines?
"Then a new generation will honor those who gave their lives for freedom," you write. No, it won’t take future generations to com-memorate and honor him. The fallen will first of all be honored by those who have suffered with them, who shared their joy and pain. Those who survive, those who come through this terrible test, they will remember.