Taps lyrics

All sixteen men marched down the ramp. As the plane’s massive cargo door closed, a bugle note cut the clear night like a blade, and “Taps” began to play. 

Those who knew the century-old lyrics recited them inwardly: 

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 near 

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.

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