"I am Floyd Kent Burkhart a friend, a brother, and a son Lost in the hills of Korea March third nineteen fifty one One Body among Thousands, a soldier of the forgotten war Together we are resting scattered from shore to shore To the united states I wrote my check up to and including my life The debt man came collecting, with his m40 and his knife And now I lie in the fiddlers green where no one often trod The only one that noticed is my family and my God Kin from across the country have always spoke my name Pennsylvania, Georgia, and Maryland, they continue to carry my flame Now my mother sits with me next to the throne as well But she remembers the telegram on the fateful day I fell My father came right after me, for we couldn’t stay apart Whispers were heard around the town that he died from a broken heart My friends they still remember me from when I was a kid they still laugh at all the mischief and trouble that we did My sisters think of how my presence they often lack For the last time they saw me I had a rucksack on my back My brother often spoke of me with tears welling in his eyes That a part of him too was lost on the awful day I died He followed in my footsteps and to the Army he came In the jungles of Vietnam, I heard him call my name My nieces and my nephews of which I’ve never met Talk about me lovingly and make sure no one forgets There are no marble statues sculpted in my likeness Only a name carved in stone next to this country’s finest So even though this nation’s people only remember me on Memorial Day Still I Smile and wish that I had more lives for this land to give away."

Reannon Burkhart Pridgen , Niece