The Empty Tomb Poem by John F. McCullagh

In Arlington, where valor sleeps,
there is a marble Tomb
where heroes rest whose names are known
to God and God alone.

From Korea and the fields of France
Brought here to hallowed sleep
The unknowns of our nation's wars
Are honored with a wreath.

One body from the tomb is gone-
He served in Vietnam.
The mystery of identity
Found in a shard of bone

Rededicate his empty crypt
To the missing of that war-
To honor and keep faith with them
who never have come home.