When I Hear the Sound of "taps"

When I hear the sound of "Taps" on Memorial Day, Or hear that plaintive tune when a veteran is laid away, I try to remain stoical but am easily moved to tears, As I recall the sacrifices of heroes throughout the years. Valiant men suffered hardships at their posts in Valley Forge, To win our nation's independence from resolute King George. Stalwart men died in the War of 1812 and at the historic Alamo, To sustain our precious freedoms - so much to them we owe! The Civil War upheld the Union, tho' much needless blood was shed. 'Twas during that awful conflict that "Taps" was born, 'tis said. Since its genesis, its haunting tune is yet heard o'er the graves, Of heroes who sacrificed their all to ensure our flag yet waves! They served with honor to defend the liberties we hold dear, And to preserve dignity for others around this troubled sphere, Giving all on the Altar of Honor for mankind's follies to atone. Alas, in return, all they merited was a simple marble stone. Sadly, most every day we hear that melancholy strain, Echoing across the nation from hills and verdant plain. As a grateful nation gathers to bid each a sad goodbye, Parents, spouses and children are left to wonder - WHY! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)