A Forgotten Hero in an Unmarked Grave

He's face down in the mud 
A picture clutch in his fist 
A crumbled letter in his jacket 
Which no one will ever bother to find 
A wife at home, two kids as well 
They shall never know of this man's death 
Or even of life upon the front 
He's an unknown hero in an unmarked grave 
No one visits to say goodbye 
His loved ones wonder why they never hear from him 
His memory will soon become a blur  
They shall not know that before he died 
That I love you was upon his lips 
This cycle repeats again and again 
To different families though 
Life in the trenches they will truly never know