Thursday, November 11, 2010


Just a few moments ago I brought in our flag. It occurs to me that the older members of my family did a whole lot of serving and were hugely affected by the cataclysm that was World War II.

My dad was one of the old soldiers who served in North Africa and Italy, driving a weapons carrier for the First Armored Division. His younger brother was a paratrooper who was captured by the Germans around the time of the D-Day invasion, and his wife's husband was a lieutenant in the US Navy. My mom worked as a civilian employee on a war-related pipeline project in Canada, then at the Hanford Reservation nuclear plant, and her younger brother was at the US Military Academy, graduating from the special three-year West Point program in 1946 and later serving multiple tours of duty in South Korea and Vietnam.

This year, my father died. A veterans' group, the American Legion, provided the honor guard for his graveside service, carrying out a flag ceremony, rifle salute, and playing of Taps.

Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes
from the hills
from the sky,
all is well,
safely, rest,
God is near.

Fading light,
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing, near,
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 near.

The story is fascinating,

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 moan of a soldier who lay mortally 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. Suddenly he 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 has been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he 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 partially granted. The captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge of the son at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.

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 found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. This music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals.


At 8:13 PM, November 11, 2010, Blogger Baydog said...

No doubt there were many similar stories stemming from that war.


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