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My son the trumpet playerMy son had the honor of playing Taps on his trumpet today. He is in the |
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RE: My son the trumpet playerGeorge, |
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RE: My son the trumpet playerThanks for the words, cousin........I do hope that my son isn't called to fight |
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RE: My son the trumpet playerHello gogant...By coincidence my daughter was also standing at attention next to the color guard yesterday to play Taps for the VFW and others in our town...it is so touching to hear that song played, not many dry eyes afterwords! God Bless your son and all troops! |
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RE: My son the trumpet playerThat is a pleasant thing to hear, Sam.........The playing of Taps is truly |
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