Though they rest now with the heroes

In 1978 a young lieutenant got the good news. For the first time in living memory it was too cold for the vets to gather at the local cenotaph for Remembrance Day so the event would be held indoors. He had been through too many bitterly cold 11/11s trying to keep his trumpet warm enough to play the Last Post. Today would be different. The ceremony began and when he got the nod from the Master of Ceremonies He began to play. Within a few notes he felt like he was standing beside himself listening to himself playing the trumpet. It sounded really good. Two minutes of silence and his turn again. Again his trumpet sounded better than he could play. The ceremony over the young man was putting his trumpet back in its case when a elderly WWI vet painfully made his way to the trumpeter. The old vet’s legs had lost a step and he had to use two canes to walk. He came to the trumpeter with a tear in his eye and a smile on his lips said, “Son I have never heard it played better”. Then he turned away and toddled off to be with his family. I will remember that old gent and when I am in the area I stop by his grave out of respect. He rests now with heroes. Let us never forget.