Day is done, gone the sun.
(Gallant soldier, your duty done).
From the lake, from the hill, from the sky.
(We mourn that to sustain freedom you must die).
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.
(You'll receive your just reward in the by and by!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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NOTE: Lines 1, 2 and 3 are the traditional lyrics for "Taps". Lines within the
parentheses are my reflections. Every night at 2200, I can hear the soothing, yet mournful notes of "Taps" played at nearby Fort Carson, Colorado.