I never knew now it will have even more meaning and more emotion. Please read on....
THE LAST POST.
If any of you have ever been to a military
funeral in which The Last Post was played;
this brings out a new meaning of it.
Here is something everyone should know. Until
I read this,
I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's
We have all heard the haunting song, 'The Last
Post.' It's the song that gives us the lump in our
throats and usually tears in our eyes.
But, do you know the story behind the song? If
not, I think you will be interested to find out about
its humble beginnings.
Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the
American 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 severely 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, the boy 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 he could have a group
of Army band
members play a funeral dirge for his son at
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
This wish was granted.
The haunting melody, we now know as 'The Last
used at military funerals was born.
The words are:
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
I too have felt the chills while listening to
'The Last Post' but I have never seen all the words
to the song until now. I didn't even know there was
more than one verse . I also never knew the story
behind the song and I didn't know if you had either
so I thought I'd pass it along.
I now have an even deeper respect for the song
than I did before.
Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving
Also Remember Those Who
Have Served And Returned; and for those presently
serving in the Armed Forces.
Please send this on after a short prayer.
Make this a Prayer wheel for our
soldiers...please don't break it.
Intrepid Trapeze Grey Squirrel Contemplating the next move
Taken on a Bright November afternoon
Walking down the road yesterday in bright sunshine I looked up at the wonderful blue sky and my eye caught this intrepid looking grey squirrel performing hire wire acrobatics or rather thinking whether to do so or perhaps how do I get down from here.
Either way what the thoughts were or perhaps what his or her instincts told them I don't know, rather him than me, i thought, when I looked at the drop down Overall I think he looked calm and knew what he /she was doing, perched high above the road on a Telegraph Pole.
It made me realise it has probably happened before, maybe he/she is a frequent visitor and with the everyday busyness of life, its so easy to miss the surrounding beauty and nature at its best. So take a look up in the sky when you next walk through your home turf, which for me is Westcott Village in Surrey you will be amazed what you can see on a bright clear day.