"They are all shades now,
Who promised faith
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
None remain who know
Or can remember
As grey heads bow
Imagining men
Walking, talking, writing
Hearing the larks
And guns in Flanders fields.
Whole communities keeps faith today
More with one another than
With the shades of forgotten men
Lost in time’s mist, history's haze,
And the limits of our willing capacity
To imagine.
––Phil Knight: Momento Vivre, 2011
A corner of Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia