A great American
Last updated 6/26/2008 at Noon
I was in Illinois over the Memorial Day weekend for a family reunion. On Saturday we visited our parents’ gravesite at a small cemetery in Aurora. It was about dusk and very quiet. Then we heard the mournful notes of “Taps” being played on a bugle.
I looked down the road and saw a man all by himself playing “Taps.” When finished, he put his bugle in a sack and started walking to his car. I thought to myself, did he just do what I think he did? I have to go meet that man.
He said he played in an Italian band in the area. He said we are at war and far too many people don’t reall...
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