Taps

The twenty-one gun salute

Made me jump all three times.

They shot live rounds

Into the cold blue sky.

Taps on a bugle.

Cold lips and winter air.

Respect and valor.

Nine men who had not met the dead Major

Honored him with their presence.

Careful steps

Careful folds

Careful movements

Tearful eyes

Quiet words to a grieving woman.

Relief.

Assurance.

Healing.

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