They trained, they ate, they slept, they marched, they charged,
They fought, were wounded, and died as sisters and brothers
They are alway remembered in places like Muskegon, Levittown and Ashburn
Espanilo, Idebal, Mount Holly, DeLand and many others.

They fought in in places like Quallah Battoo, Jaffa, Kissembo, Corinto
Château-Thierry, Taegu, Kon Tum, Al Busayyah and Kunduz
They battled with swords, with knives, with flintlocks and machine guns
with horses, with jeeps, with tanks and anything they could use.

They trained in places like Dix, Benning, Stewart, and Huachuca
Bragg, Leonard Wood, Campbell, Knox and Hood.
They learned lessons in the desert, in the swamp, in the mesquite
in the snow, in the rain, in the sand and wherever they could.

Always Remembered
They were born in places like Muskegon, Levittown and Ashburn
Espanilo, Idebal, Mount Holly, DeLand and many others.
They played in creeks, climbed trees, played football, basketball,
baseball, joined chess club and ate dinner with fathers and mothers.

Artists change the world to be more harmonious and discordant, more beautiful and stark, more logical and chaotic. Our world is forever changed with the magic of each beat, each harmony, each oration, and each movement of every artist.

As we surrender to the melodic charms that surround us, we begin to see the wonder woven into our everyday harmonies. Music transforms ordinary moments in the streams of magic, encouraging us to find beauty and mystery in every resonant chord and every whispered refrain.

Music transcends mere sound, it becomes an elixir for the heart, stirring powerful yet gentle echoes of joy, deep sorrow and hope all at once.

Each genre and style unfurls its own magical tapestry; classical compositions evoke timeless emotions, soft jazz conjure images of moonlit nights, rock ballads construct a landscape of harsh bittersweet memories.

In the cadence of our heartbeat, music finds its rhythm. Whether the pulsating beat of drums, rapid leaps and twists of syncopation, the discordant chords serve as the lifeblood of our world. It is our metronome, measuring the moments of
wonder and explosive magic and the full silence of the night.