You know, there's something very beautiful to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Here fell they who we honor and remember, yet would extol with honor if we were to know them again.
Yet when you go to the Washington Cemetary and see the endless rows of crosses, they all stand together in unity, but each one commemorates one man and his action.
When you try to group things that should not be grouped, you lose something. We like to think our beliefs, our hopes, and our loves are what we fight for and what makes us individuals. To discard those who took it upon themselves to act so that they would one day become our heroes demeans what they accomplished and what they stood for in so many ways.
It's not that they would seek this recognition, but rather, that we should grant it.
Beautiful, thanks...