There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names: Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle?No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in the cemeteries.These are just the ... the unfound. When she could speak again. From the whole war?The man shook his head. Just these fields.Elizabeth sat on the steps. No one told me. My God no one told me
by Sebastian Faulks
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The passage describes an imposing arch supported by four large columns, inscribed with numerous names. These names belong to individuals who perished in battle but were never found, rather than those buried in cemeteries. This memorial serves as a somber reminder of the many who were lost during the war but remain unidentified. The weight of this realization becomes overwhelming for Elizabeth, who reflects on the tragedy of their absence.

As she contemplates the significance of these names, Elizabeth expresses her shock and sorrow at the lack of awareness about the existence of such a memorial. It highlights the personal loss and the broader historical impact of the war, capturing the deep emotional resonance of remembering those who have no grave. Elizabeth's reaction signifies a profound recognition of the sacrifices made and the lingering questions surrounding the fates of the lost soldiers.

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