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While not necessarily addressing the origin of "Taps", this does represent the first recorded instance of "Taps" being sounded as part of a military funeral. Until then, while the tune had meant that the soldiers' day of work was finished, it had little to none of the connotation or overtone of death, with which it so often is associated today.
Norwegian Black Metal band Ancient's song "Willothewisp" is about a man's love story with his dead lover, which is depicted in the video clip. The Black Dahlia Murder released the song "A Vulgar Picture". It tells the story of a man going into a grave to dig up his dead wife.
The Bonnie Lass o' Fyvie (Roud # 545) is a Scottish folk song about a thwarted romance between a soldier and a woman. Like many folk songs, the authorship is unattributed, there is no strict version of the lyrics, and it is often referred to by its opening line "There once was a troop o' Irish dragoons".
See photos to this story The 300-letter collection detailed the love between soldier Gilbert Bradley and his lover -- who signed the letters with the initial "G". Decades later it was discovered ...
The soldier has a "Lockean mind": "He is the sum of his impressions", Bates writes, "identical, in this instance, with the nothing he does behold". [6] The soldier's "blank slate" (tabula rasa) becomes a blank, so to speak, leaving the clouds to go in their direction. The poem marks a departure from Romantic and Victorian conceptions of death ...
Thus begins the non-linear narrative by Kien, a North Vietnamese soldier during the Vietnam War, chronicling his loss of innocence, his love, and his anguish at the memories of war. Kien rides in the truck searching for the remains of fallen soldiers in what he imagines as the "jungle of screaming souls," and recalls that this is where the 27th ...
"Down Among the Dead Men" is an English drinking song first published in 1728, but possibly of greater antiquity. [ citation needed ] The song begins with a toast to "the King" and continues with obeisances to the god Bacchus which become increasingly less subtle descriptions of the benefits of alcohol in procuring opportunities for sexual ...
And dressed herself up in her dead brother's clothes. She cut her hair close, and she stained her face brown, And went for a soldier to fair London Town. Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill, "Now who's good for nursing? A captain, he's ill." "I'm ready," said Polly. To nurse him she's gone, And finds it's her true love all wasted ...