“Taps” is a musical piece sounded at dusk, and at funerals, particularly by the US military.
tune is also sometimes known as “Butterfield’s Lullaby”.
The tune is actually a variation of an earlier bugle call known as the “Scott’s Tattoo” which was used in the US from 1835 until 1860, and was arranged in its present form by the Union Army Brigadier General Daniel Butterfield, an American Civil War general and Medal of Honor recipient.
In July 1862 to replace a previous French bugle call used to signal “lights out”.
General Butterfield’s bugler, Oliver W. Norton, of Erie, from Pennsylvania, was the first to sound the new call.
Within months, Taps was used by both Union and Confederate forces. It was officially recognized by the United States Army in 1874.
Captain John C. Tidball, West Point, Class of 1848, started the custom of playing taps at a military funeral.
It became a standard component to US military funerals in 1891.
“Taps” is sounded nightly on military installations at non-deployed locations to indicate that it is “lights out”.
When “Taps” is sounded at a funeral, it is customary for serving members of the military or veterans to salute.
The corresponding gesture for civilians is to place the right hand over the heart.
In November 1986, USS Reeves CG-24, USS Oldendorf DD-972, and USS Rentz FFG-46 made history as the FIRST U.S. warships to visit China since 1948.
USS Reeves CG-24, CINCPACFLT Flagship moored at Qingdao, China in November 1986.. The Chinese North Sea Fleet ceremoniously welcomes the American ships…
The evening is early, your night in the hands of fate.
Made your first stop for a few primers and grub,
After politely excusing your legwarmer, it’s off to the next pub.
As you look down this avenue, full of people, traffic signs and lights,
things seem overwhelming, overbearing, your brain cells in constant fights.
“Which way do I go? Which door do I enter”?
Seems every establishment is slightly off center.
Chief laid the order, to my LPO in charge of my first night,
“Bring him back in one piece, free of the clap and without a fight.
For if this young booter, who’s life you are entrusted,
Comes back spoiled or soiled, your ass is busted”!
Let him sweat bullets, you think, as this is your night to explore.
‘Omaha ain’t nothing like this, oh God gimme more’!
One after another, gotta try each dimly lit and noisy place,
If you could put them all in alphabetical order, it would only slow your pace.
Olongapo, the Barrio, amazingly the choices are endless, yet so many treats,
But cross the line into Subic City young and wise Cherry Boy,
And you’ll find an adult Disneyland, for before your eyes a deviated feast!
The debauchery, the deviousness, the seemingly endless show of skin,
The more San MaGoo’s you plow down, the more of the Peso’s in that stack you put in!
The night goes on, everything happens so fast, time flies like the wind,
And somehow, some way, you’ve made your way back to where it all seemed to begin.
You’ve tried just about everything from Mojo to Bullfrog both red and green,
And the bet is on that no one back home will believe anything you’ve seen.
Heading unsteadily back to the gate, it’s very dark, LPO got lost, but wait, hold up! Food! Oh God how you need it, something to fill the gut is required, Ayup!
Your prayers are answered, river queens replaced by BBQ carts, the smell is commanding,
You haven’t had a thing to eat in hours, the body is demanding.
Sustenance is needed and no question to that fact,
You’ve still got a pocket full of coin, and now is the time to act.
Absolutely no idea as to the origin of this meat,
All you know is it hits the spot, fills the void that the night has demanded to defeat.
Made it through the gate, no strip search this time around,
You’ve made it back to the ship oh heroic one, your rack you actually found!
As you pour yourself into your private place of slumber, oh inebriated one,
Don’t forget the alarm clock as quarters are soon to come!
ANSWER: Diego Enrique Santiago, age 6, was pinned an honorary Chief Petty Officer at the USO in Jacksonville, North Carolina in March 2006.
He was a cancer patient and his wish was to be a Navy Chief just like his father, HMC Jesus Santiago. The son of Chief Hospital Corpsman (FMF/AW) Jesus “Chico” Santiago, his fondest dream was to be just like his dad – to follow his father footsteps into the naval ranks, and someday, hopefully, earn the respected title of “Chief.”
But Diego grew ill – very ill – and his dream looked increasingly like an impossibility.
Chief Jesus Santiago’s brothers and sisters in the CPO mess heard of Diego’s illness, and did something, they made Diego an honorary Chief Petty Officer, initiated him into the mess.
The pinning ceremony was approved by the Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy himself.
He was 6 years old when he got pinned.
He was very pleased, and his pleasure made all of us in the Chief Community throughout the Navy, very proud, even those who did not know him.
Proud to be part of an organization which could make such an impression upon such a young man. Proud to be a part of an organization that could have such leaders and fathers that a young man would want to emulate.
Diego passed away.
Diego was originally only given a few weeks to live when initially diagnosed with cancer but he fought a hard fight for 14 months, but his little body couldn’t hold out any longer.
Our Youngest Chief transferred to the Supreme Commander for his final duty station on 2 August 2006..
Later this month, on the 24th of May, is the 80th anniversary of the sinking of the battle cruiser HMS Hood. As tragic a loss as this was, it was even more so when it is remembered that of a crew of more than 1,400, only three survived. In this tribute I chose to paint possibly the final image of the Hood prior to the cataclysmic explosion that sank her. It shows the column of flame bursting upwards out of the hull after a shell from the Bismarck ignited the Hoods 4” magazine. This in mere moments would lead to the massive explosion of the after 15” main magazines.