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We have all heard the haunting melody of
"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
pleased 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,Virginia. The Confederate Army was
on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Ellisombe heard the moans of a
soldier who was 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 the 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 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 denied since the soldier was a Confederate. But
out of respect for the father, they did say they could give
him one musician.
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play
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, which we now know as
"Taps" used at military funerals, was born.
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,
Gleaning
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.
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