In the bugle's cry, tales are told,
In the etches of brass, emotions unfold.
Reflections and tears, echo in the air,
Waiting for the silence, moments we share.
In the bugles call, the sacrifices given,
In the poignant notes, memories arisen.
Pride and remembrance, stirred in each sound,
Thoughts of the fallen and wounded, profound.
Penned by Ria Jackson (Daughter, RAF Veteran) & Robert Howe (Dad, Army Veteran)
11/11/23
