The Unknown Soldier.
The poor SOB who served his country, far from home, and made the ultimate sacrifice.
The poor SOB who stood his ground when the tanks rolled over him, when the shells burst over him, when the mines blew his feet from beneath him, and in less than a second was lost to human memory.
The poor SOB who did his duty, but was awarded no medals, got no parades, received no welcome home, because he is still guarding some small square of alien ground.
The poor SOB whose former existence is perhaps alluded to only by a nameless face in a regimental photo, an illegible scribble on the inside of a helmet, or if he's lucky, a blank, weatherbeaten cross.
The poor SOB who, because he held his position against all comers, might have been the fulcrum upon which victory and defeat were balanced: maybe, for want of this soldier, the war may have been lost.
The poor SOB, known but to God.
J