NCIS, Third Season: Hiatus: Poem: In Flanders Field

He stood and watched the soldiers walk the Arlington’s Unknown Grave

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,

His partner almost joined those beyond, but had been saved

That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly

A bomb aboard ship by hatred’s heart

Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Blew where he was apart

Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

No one listened, so, others died,

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw

With their death’s his heart cried.

The torch; be yours to hold it high. 
If ye break faith with us who die

His partner gone, he fights alone,

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. -Colonel John McCrae

His teammates hearts are made of stone.