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I found your last resting place today in Witton Cemetery, old soldier. I can't even begin to imagine what you lived through. But if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here, so I must not only remember I must also never forget. We hear so often about those who didn't survive. But how about those who survived and lived? What of those who came through it all and lived to tell the tale? I salute you. Nothing I do will ever be enough. You will not grow old as I grow old: age will not weary you, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning I will remember you. Samuel Walter Keight. 1876-1934. RIP.