This Memorial Day, I visited the grave of my father at Port Hudson National Cemetery. There were several families paying respect to friends and family members who served this great country. Some died in the line of battle, some many years after. While talking with another Stewart family whose family member was buried nearby, an elderly woman was making her way with what appeared to be her grandson, a boy probably 15 or 16 years old, carrying a trumpet. We all looked and smiled as they passed. I figured he was going to play a song his grandfather liked or something similar. He raised his trumpet to his lips and began playing taps. All of the people turned to him and placed their hands over their hearts or saluted. By the time he finished, everyone had tears in their eyes. When he was done, he lowered the instrument and began walking back toward their car. While walking, he came across a man in his 50s. They shook hands, and he played taps once again for his fallen soldier. This was such an awesome visit. I don’t know the boy’s name, but, on behalf of everyone at the cemetery that day, I would like to say thank you.

Zak Stewart


St. Amant