According to an unknown writer, "Taps" is the song that gives us that
lump in our throats and usually
creates tears in our eyes. But do you know the story behind the song?
If not, I think you will
be delighted to find out about it's humble beginnings. It all began in
1862 during the Civil War, when
Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's
Landing in Virginia. The
Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain
Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the
field. Not knowing if it
was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life
and bring the stricken man
back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire,
the Captain reached
the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When
the Captain finally
reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate
soldier but the soldier was dead.
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb
with shock. In the dim light,
he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been
studying music in the
South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he had
enlisted in the Confederate
Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of
his superiors to give his
son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was
only partially granted. The
Captain had asked if they could have a group of Army band members play a
funeral dirge for his
son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was
a Confederate; but, out of
respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one
musician. The Captain chose a
bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had
found on a piece of paper in
the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. The
haunting melody we now
know as "Taps" used at military funerals was born. Day is done gone the
sun from the Lakes
from the hills.
From the sky
all is well
safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh.
lump in our throats and usually
creates tears in our eyes. But do you know the story behind the song?
If not, I think you will
be delighted to find out about it's humble beginnings. It all began in
1862 during the Civil War, when
Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's
Landing in Virginia. The
Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain
Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the
field. Not knowing if it
was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life
and bring the stricken man
back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire,
the Captain reached
the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When
the Captain finally
reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate
soldier but the soldier was dead.
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb
with shock. In the dim light,
he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been
studying music in the
South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he had
enlisted in the Confederate
Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of
his superiors to give his
son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was
only partially granted. The
Captain had asked if they could have a group of Army band members play a
funeral dirge for his
son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was
a Confederate; but, out of
respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one
musician. The Captain chose a
bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had
found on a piece of paper in
the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. The
haunting melody we now
know as "Taps" used at military funerals was born. Day is done gone the
sun from the Lakes
from the hills.
From the sky
all is well
safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light
Dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky,
Gleaming bright,
From afar,
Drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh.