The Alaska daily empire., 1921-11-11
Americas Nameless Hero Will Sleep Biivouacked With
 Brave of Many Other Wars

WASHINGTON, Nov. 11.--High on wooded ridge beside the Potomac. Americas nameless hero will sleep bivouacked with the brave of many wars
 Everywhere about his simple tomb, over the swelling slopes or in the shaded canyons of Arlington National Cemetery, stand monuments and headstones on which are graven names that also are written imper- ishably in the pages of glory tha: make the nations history. There, too, are stones, amid the long rows, to mark other unknown dead of otn- CT wars, and the bulk of the monu- ment above the single grave where rest the unknown of the war between the states, gathered from many bat tie fields
 But for the newcomer from France among this fellowship of valor, spe- cial place of honor has been made. He will sleep in a narrow crypt, hewn out of the live stone that forms the terrace of the memorial amphitheater erected to consecrate the memory of men everywhere who died for the flag. Above his caslet a massive block of stone, carved with the brief legend of a nation S tribute to all those others who sleep unknown in France, will be placed. On it also will go the long list of honors the nation and the great pow CTS of the world have lavished on the soldiers who gave their identity as well as their lives on French battle fields.
 4i,vista of Quiet Hills I Above the great stone towers the marble pillared facade of the amphi. theater, crowning the ridge and look ing down over a sweeping vista of the river. Beyond stands Washing ton city in the haze of distance. Over 1t, dimly visible, looms the great figure of Freedom on the dome of the capitol; farther down Wash ington Monument thrusts a slender gray finger to challenge attention of the very sky to the deeds of peace and war it commemOrates closer still looms the square white bulk of Lin coin Memorial at the river brim, sealing a peoples tribute to mar tyred leader.
 Fold on fold, the calm hills drop away from the terrace where the sleeper from France lies honored but | unknown. j, At his feet sculptured marble balustrade sweeps out on either side, marking the wide, grace full curve of the footway that drops l down to. the grass grown slopes | where day by day many gallant comrade from France is finding his ! last resting place. Down there the | new headstones gleam in countless | variety. There is hardly an hour of [ any day when sorrowing relatives are not moving slowly among the new graves, giving loving care to flowers on the low mounds. On the head 1 stones are cut the names, the dates of birth and death of the dead, and | names of French villages where they | made their great sacrifice. Man by 1 tHclT IctOiu 10 Aoi oii to know and honor.
 Mystery of Death
 But for the nameless one, asleep | on the terrace above. there are no relatives. He lies alone in the l mystery of death. Laden with hon ors beyond any of his fellows below, there is none to tell of the way of his life and his death, of whence he | came or of what he was, save that l he died in France, at the nations | call. The American people are his | next of kin. He alone may sleep | there within the great monument to all the nations honOred dead.
 Everywhere about the amphithe- | ater are monuments out with names that touch memory to life, that bring | echoes of the thunder of guns from old, far off battle scenes. There lies l Sheridan; there lies Porter and Crook and Doubleday and wonder lies Dewey. Over the peaceful slope. row on row. march the headstones of hundreds of humble servers in the ! ranks like the sleeper up there on the terrace, or again, dimly seen through the trees goes another long column of soldier headstones. gray ing with time. But officers and men. generals, admirals. privates or the last bluejacket to join the ship be- fore the battle, they are all sleeping here in honored graves. Gathered they are from Mexico, from all the