Honouring our flag today, June 14, 2006, is such a privilege . . . may the following information touch your hearts as it has mine:
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If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps were played; this brings out a new meaning of it.
Here is something Every American should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true: We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, 'Taps'. It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.
Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform.
This wish was granted.
The haunting melody, we now know as 'Taps' ... used at military funerals was born.
The words are ...
Day is done .. Gone the sun ... From the lakes ..From the hills From the sky ... All is well . Safely rest ..God is nigh .. Fading light ... Dims the sight .. And a star .. Gems the sky ... Gleaming bright ... From afar . Drawing nigh Falls the night .. Thanks and praise ... For our days ... Neath the sun ... Neath the stars...Neath the sky .. As we go . This we know .. God is nigh .. I, too, have felt the chills while listening to 'Taps' but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if you had either so I thought I'd pass it along.
I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.
Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country.
And also those presently serving in the Armed Forces in many parts of the world, including Iraq.
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'THE FLAG'
Shoulders squared ~ heads held high they marched in cadence there . . . parade~dress uniforms they wore clean~shaven with short hair ~
A flag~draped coffin held aloft borne with such pride and pain . . . last farewells for this brave one not be seen on earth again ~
Their fallen Marine brother close as any friend could be . . . would lie beneath his country's soil his life a courageous tapestry ~
A deep hush falls upon the crowd THE FLAG, Marines begin to fold . . . precision ~ order ~ honouring one whose life was dearer to them than gold ~
Wafting softly on the wind is heard the bugler's sound . . . poignant, resonant taps he blows no dry eyes can be found ~
Red, white and blue ~ OLD GLORY stained with his parents tears . . . they'd cling to precious memories of him ~ for years & years & years ~
Medals ~ keep~sakes ~ pictures with all his letters home . . . would find a place of honour a memorial to their son ~
E'er to be remembered for his patriot~heart ~ his bravery . . . THE FLAG would capture every breeze fore'er hold his precious memory!
Mary Carter MizranyŠ June 14, 2006
Dedicated to all who've given their lives for our country. FREEDOM ISN'T FREE !!!
