"I saw the debris and debris of all the dead soldiers of the war;

But I saw they were not as was thought;

They themselves were fully at rest--they suffer'd not;

The living remain'd and suffer'd--the mother suffer'd,

And the wife and the child, and the musing comrade suffer'd,

And the armies that remain'd suffer'd"

- Walt Whitman 

"When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom'd"

(Keegan, p. 320)