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Veterans Day Salute
Swapped duty presents a surprising opportunity
The week before Veterans Day, 1984, found me still free and clear. I had transferred to Navy Band Newport (Rhode Island) over the summer from Naples, Italy, and I expected to be busier for the holiday. Tim had asked me to swap his week as duty bugler at the last minute, and as a friend, I felt obliged. I hadn’t been assigned to the parade in Dorchester, and no other calls or requests had come in. As a trumpeter, I’ve played Taps at funerals and ceremonies of all types, and I was surprised to be free on Veterans Day.
Late on Thursday, the Chief pulled me aside. Sure enough, a small town near New Haven had called when a retired Army bugler they had planned on had to cancel. I didn’t mind the last-minute engagement at all and thought it would be nice to get to an area that I wasn’t that familiar with.
I arrived at the small town early, had a late breakfast in a local diner, and changed into my uniform in the restroom. As I tried to pay my tab, the server told me it had been taken care of — motioning to a gentleman with a ship’s ball cap in the corner. The Vet saluted me, and I thanked him with a wave.
I started for the door but turned to really thank him and maybe ask him about his ship (Vets always like talking about their ship). As I approached his table I…