At any time, in any place, this British nineteenth century traditional lone bugle call that indicates the death of a fallen soldier is one I can never get through without tearing up. Hits me hard right in the heart. As it should. It is honoring those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice. For us.
It also reminds me how much I hate war and how deeply I wish we could all get along.
Here is to the fallen, not just today, but everyday.