[Medic8]

I tend to think that I'm a somewhat reserved person, and that I don't show my true feelings to anyone except those who are closest to me. With that having been said, I still can't hear TAPS without crying. When I hear a bugle playing that song, I can't help but think of the significance.

I think of my Grandpa Thomas, fleeing Poland, making it to the US, and joining up with the Army, knowing that speaking Polish, German, and English could be a tremendous asset to the war effort. I think of the first time he showed me his Purple Heart medal and explained how he got it. I think of the first time I heard TAPS, at his funeral.

I think of our family friend's daughter Holly. She joined the Army right out of high school. I think of the phone call saying she had been killed by an IED in Iraq. I think of hearing TAPS as a 19 year old Soldier was being laid to rest.

I think of my Grandpa Williams, and his service in the 10th Mountain Division. I remember looking at his scrapbook, and watching the 8mm video of his interview with the National Archives where he described what they went through trying to get to Mussolini's hideout in Lake Garda, Italy. I think of hearing TAPS at his funeral, and crying as the soldier handed a folded flag to my dad "on behalf of a grateful nation".

When I hear TAPS, I can't help but think of the thousands of other people who have heard that song being played, and it's overwhelming. I can't help but think of the thousands of people who never got to hear TAPS, because it was being played for them.

God Bless our soldiers... past, present, and future. Thank you for your service.

 

[Mr.Green]

:thumb:

 

[mikef]

:beer: gets me to

 

[aber61]

Freedom is not free, many give their lives willingly so that we can be free in this great country, with thanks to our brave soldiers, God Bless America

 

[Tie Dyed]

Always chokes me up also. Thanks to all those that have served.

 

[Sol Goode]

After my dads funeral.....song kills me

 

[trailtwister]

It gets to me to. Almost hit very close to home when my sons vehicle was blown up in Iraq. He received a Purple heart for his wounds and his best buddy was cut in half.

My son and his new wife are Army Combat Infantry Medics soon to be deployed in September.

I am very greatfull for all those that have and still are serving our country:beerbang:

 

[curt1656]

:usa: :thumb: :usa:

 

[scaterbrain]

I served, when I here it I tear up. I have to wait untill it is over and have to salute when it is done...Doesn't matter where I am.

 

[Haggar]

I'm the same. My aunt played it on her trumpet alongside the military bugler at my Grandpa's funeral.

Its like some odd mash of sadness, proudness, gratefullness and awe rolled into one.


(yes, I know pride is the correct work, but proudness better captures what I feel for my late grandfathers...)

 

[bbaXJ]

Its like some odd mash of sadness, proudness, gratefullness and awe rolled into one.

Well put. I always thought I knew the significance until I heard it in August when we laid my Grandpa to rest at the Michigan Veteran's Cemetary in Holly, then it really hit me. Today was the first time I've heard it since then and it's like getting hit by a freight train. Thanks to all who serve, had served, or will serve. RIP Grandpa :usa: