It was a haunting sound, carried by the wind as it seemed to float around those of us gathered there. The lone bugler sounding Taps has been the aural recognition for a person's military service from a grateful nation.

At age 88, he had led a good life by earthly standards. His three year, all expenses paid excursion to Europe, as a Captain in the United States army earned him the right of this honor.

I have heard the mournful melody many times, including at the burial of my own parents, both of whom were veterans. Since the Civil War, that sound has marked the end of person's physical existence. And every time I hear it, I cry. I cannot explain it, other than to say it stirs my heart, and I acknowledge that one who served to protect me has died.

Today men and women still choose to safeguard this country, fight its wars, and die in its service. And Taps, if requested, will mark the occasion of their burial and the final honor from a grateful country.

I am also reminded that there is one who chose to come to an earthly world, fight the ultimate enemy and die for me. And now He sits at God's right hand claiming me as His! And He is protecting me from the evil one.

This Memorial Day, we acknowledge those who served our country and over whom Taps has been played. So also should we honor the One whose death allows us to claim victory over our enemy.

Death's Dirge is overwhelmed by Resurrection's Chorus.

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