His name was Peter Kaplon and he fought in The Great War. His grave lies across from my grandparents' and is sadly forgotten. We never knew him or his family and very possibly no one is left to come tend his marker. Every year the caretakers of the cemetery leave a crisp new flag for each veteran, but the dried leaves and grass all but covered his name.
He died when my dad was seven.
Today my seven year old son cleaned up his grave and planted a flower next to the flag.
Thank you Peter Kaplon for serving your country and securing a future for many new generations. We remember you and the countless others who gave. All gave some; some gave all.