Discussion in 'The Bucket' started by Nick, May 24, 2018.
Several years ago a good friend of mine died that was in WW2. When they played taps, I thought to myself that this guy is really great. I later spoke with him and complimented him on how good he was. He looked at me with a little smile and said that the horn plays itself. He stood up on a grassy knoll, held the horn to his mouth and turned it on. Apparently, there got to be so many vets dying that there wasn't enough guys around to actually play the horn at every burial, so this was the solution. It is still very emotional.
PS. Hey Nick. The wife and I saw Father Guido Sarducci near here about 30 years ago. What a class act.
He had a good act Darol..
Could the timing be worse? Maybe be nice if they spotted the cracks next Tuesday.
We had our ANZAC Day a little while ago with lots of the younger generation turning out for the Dawn Service which is good to see
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