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jrod1970
10-08-2006, 09:57 PM
I was farting around, and found this, is it true?

you decide....

It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, 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 son.

The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out.

Without telling his father, he 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.

That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.

Out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him 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 music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" that is used at all military funerals.

These are the words to "Taps":

"Day is done,
Gone the sun,
From the lakes,
From the hills,
From the sky.
All is well.
Safely rest.
God is nigh."

MISpiritRider
10-08-2006, 10:02 PM
Wherever that came from, they played that at my Grandpa's funeral, and it sure did me in. I was strong through the whole bitter death (hospital killed him:pissed: ), but that song brought me to my knees that day. I don't mind if I never have to hear it again....

jrod1970
10-08-2006, 10:07 PM
i feel for you MI, my grandpa did not want that song played at his funeral, decorated Korea vet, but, my respect to your family:thumbsup:

MISpiritRider
10-08-2006, 10:11 PM
They hit a blood vesel in his spine, it clotted, perylised (slaughtered that word!) him and we were planning his funeral within 7 days! We lived less than a mile away, he was pretty much my best friend. Learned a lot from that old man, mainly because I don't have a dad to learn from, so we put up with each other instead! I am the only of 4 males in the family that will do anything with his stuff, I love all his old tools, gas cans, license plates... Didn't stumble on a fortune of money, but I got all I'd ever want from him, memories and keepsakes!

The Keybird lives on... That was his nickname for himself, "keybird flies backwards, don't care where he's going, just wants to know where the hell he's been!"

jrod1970
10-08-2006, 10:15 PM
They hit a blood vesel in his spine, it clotted, perylised (slaughtered that word!) him and we were planning his funeral within 7 days! We lived less than a mile away, he was pretty much my best friend. Learned a lot from that old man, mainly because I don't have a dad to learn from, so we put up with each other instead! I am the only of 4 males in the family that will do anything with his stuff, I love all his old tools, gas cans, license plates... Didn't stumble on a fortune of money, but I got all I'd ever want from him, memories and keepsakes!

The Keybird lives on... That was his nickname for himself, "keybird flies backwards, don't care where he's going, just wants to know where the hell he's been!"

you grew up without a father??

me too,

my grandpa was my dad, taught me all sorts of cool shit!

i miss him to this day, grandma died in july of 96, grandpa died 18 days later, broken heart, fucking bullets did not kill him, the loss of his love did:mean:

MISpiritRider
10-08-2006, 10:22 PM
He was a violent drunk, we left when I was 2 or 3, my mom grabbed some diapers, me and my brother, and left. He lives about 15 miles away, saw him in a gas station last summer, he didn't even recognize me. I stared him straight in his eyes, walked right on past, jumped in my truck and took off on my way to work. He had a bit of confusion, like "is that my kid?", but never made an attempt to stop me. If he was a bigger man, I would have talked to him, but as far as I care, he did his job bringing me into the world and I'll fight for myself from there.

Mom re-married, but he was a worthless truck driver, ran off with a lot lizard and lost all he had when he left because he couldn't manage money, my mom did. So, I've taught myself most everything I know, if I fucked up the Keybird would make sure I knew what was wrong from right, and I keep on keepin on...

Not bashing truckers, just that one, by the way! I love big rigs, would love to long haul, might even do it some day. I've got plenty of time to decide what I want out of life!

jrod1970
10-08-2006, 10:25 PM
my dad came back from Nam all fucked up, but, i do have to give him the respect i give all war vets, it leaves a bad tast in my mouth, but i must do what my pa pa told me (my grandpa) always respect the man who has killed, because you could be next:thumbsup: