By Aidan Aragon | City of Upham, Sawyer County

Monday was a long day, especially for those who felt exhausted after the actions of Sunday. As each citizen prepared for bed, those paying attention would be sure to hear the haunting melody of a lone trumpet player performing “Taps.”

“Taps” is the one bugle call that many people can name, and many recognize the melancholy tune after hearing only the first three notes.

This call has become ingrained in our culture in such a way that hearing it likely stirs emotion within you. Whether you are simply entranced by the melody or reminded of those who served and those who paid the ultimate price, none can deny the song’s significance.

Then as I lay in bed, and through the choppy whir of spinning fan blades hear that song, it brings tears to my eyes. A lights-out song which few know the words to, but all recognize the tune, and a memorial song sending departed soldiers off as this song stays with you like a lump in your throat, it crawls under your skin and it tells you, “I’m here.”

As I lay in bed and shadows cross my room I cannot help but be pulled into a solemn ghostly atmosphere. Sleep tugs at my weary eyes, my body falls into position, lights out song calling me to rest yet reminding me how this rest was earned.

The song marks time for bed, reminds me to be grateful for that bed, and to be thankful for those making it all possible — even though that thanks can never be enough. This is a ghost who I am glad to have follow me.