“My father’s will left money to the bugler who blew Taps over his grave at his funeral.”
Blowing Taps was the only thing i did as a kid, that i did for free
later in life, till the VFW closed, on any given day/night there’d be somebody in there i blew for be it their father brother son cousin uncle and bought me a drink
RIP
What an absolutely wonderful story. Just made my day. Thank you.
Drinks, affection and gratitude well and humbly earned.