I would like to thank everyone who has been so supportive of "Taps" being played every evening around 8 p.m. I have had so many people stop and thank me for doing this.
I owe this idea to a very dear friend who sent me an email last November. It was about an older gentleman who went out every evening on his balcony in Washington state to blow "Taps." I thought it was a wonderful idea and decided to do the same. This is a recording on a timer. I was asked the other day if this was going to be just a summer thing, and I responded a really big NO. This will go on all year.
In the fall, starting the end of September, it will come on at around 7 p.m. As the days get shorter in November and December, it will be around 6 p.m.
The reason for doing this is to honor all the fallen soldiers who have fought for our freedom, and to those still fighting. It is 34 seconds for all of us to stop and pause, reflect, say a prayer and to remember. I thought it would be nice to tell the story of how "Taps" came about. Again I would really like to say a huge thank you for all the positive comments, for just stopping me and asking me about it. It means so much.
Fighting on opposite sides, father and son meet one last time on a War Between the States battlefield. Found in the dying boy's pocket is the melody now known as "Taps."
It all supposedly began in 1862 during the War Between the States, 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 had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he had 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 for the son at the funeral.
The 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 had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of his dead son's uniform. This wish was granted. This music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" that is used at all military funerals.blog comments powered by Disqus