[M.O.M]

I so want that book, and alpha scrab found my source...here is a poem from that site:

deep in the heart of autumn
were silent spaces for fifty
of the ones that need no name

from this celestial bough
all but one did fall into
the pitiless fires of reach

a soldier's ignominy
to have dreamt while brothers bled

but oh, for the rest of us
his shame was our salvation


- unknown author, late 26th century