Remember our dead today. Remember that they were once people too, not just names, not just uniforms. Remember that they once played hide-and-seek in wide open spaces
Stared up at the blue, blue sky, watched cloud animals
(and probably thought about painting their houses, too)
And made up their own funny walks and dances and hummed little songs to themselves.
Think of them as people, not just guns and spit-shined boots and peaked caps or quiet coffins, all in a row.