Having been asked to write a song about "patriotism," for our Lee's Summit Men's Chorus, I have reflected back to some of the "patriotic scenes" I have viewed, in Cedar Vale.
One was for a funeral for one of our veterans. George Beggs, our esteemed band director, asked if I would play the "echo" at the grave-side ceremonies. I said, "sure!" I remember the ride out to the cementary, with all the VFW men. Lots of laughter, lots of stories, lots of remembering. We got there. Services were held. Shots were fired.
Then came the time for "Taps!" Mr. Beggs told me to go a distance, behind a tree, and that after he played "Taps," I was to respond, in kind. He played. Goosebumps went up my spine! I didn't want him to quit playing.... Then, it was my turn, I played the "echo" as well as I could. Not a soul around. Just me, the trumpet and God, and all those who came to the grave to give their final respects. Final is not the right word. Those "respects" will last forever!
On our way back to town, what had been a laughing, joking crew, turned into silence. No words were spoken. No glances met. We arrived home. We departed. That "moment" has stayed with me. Though very young, I felt, in some small way, the way they felt, burying their brother.
And so, if you have "some lines" that might be incorporated into a song that will sing of freedom, of liberty, of justice for all, I will try to use them in a "song of freedom!
God bless you, each and everyone!