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Eddy Beliveau, Ecole HEC, 514-340-6073, [log in to unmask]

I guess I'll add some more personal information to this story.

While I was too young to have served in Vietname (they stopped 
the draft in 1973, which was the first year I was eligible for 
it), I was a trumpet player in the local high school band.  I 
will never forget playing "taps" at military funerals for home-
town boys cut down in the prime of life.  I remember one funeral 
in particular.  It was in November and the weather was typical 
for that time of the year in NE Ohio - cold, rainy, and windy.  
My buddy and I shivered through the graveside services and then 
played "taps".  It was really a haunting melody with the wind 
blowing and the rain blustering against us.  I didn't really 
think much about the guy who was buried that day.  Not until 
about a week later when I got a letter from the guy's sister 
thanking me for playing in such inclement weather.  It wasn't 
a long letter, only a few lines saying how much it meant to 
her and the rest of the family that a stranger would give up 
his time and comfort to perform for their brother and son. 
Well, up until that time, I had been volunteering for the 
militaty funerals because it got me out of school.  But this 
really put a personal face on the tragedy.  It made a hell of 
an impression on this teen-age boy, one I have never forgotten. 
Even today, almost 30 years later, it still spooks me, and I 
cannot hear "taps" without thinking about that guy and his 
family.

Jim Phillips