As I sit here working on one of two manuscripts, a Bugle Call sounds on the Fort Knox Army Base.  As the first note carries across the post,, my keyboard is silent and it immediately strikes me that it is an amazingly peaceful sound.  Taps, in particular, is melancholy and really quite beautiful.  I recognize how fortunate I am to live on a military base where I am able each day to give pause during Taps.  Very seldom will you hear lyrics sung during Taps, though the following are the "unofficial" lyrics:

Fading light dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night.

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

Then good night, peaceful night,

Till the light of the dawn shineth bright;
God is near, do not fear -- Friend, good night.

In my humble opinion, the bugle does not necessitate lyrics, though they are both beautiful and tragic as well.  For me, the bugle is enough.  And it  occurs to me as I listen to the last notes of the melodious bugle  that Taps, whether at the funeral of a fallen friend or the customary end to the evening, creates in me an emotional response.  Tonight is no exception.


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