During the first six months of 1965 at Fort Jackson, SC where I played in the band the trumpet players pulled the funeral gigs to play taps. They were the last to be picked up in the vans and had to sit on the motor housing up front since all the seats were taken. The Viet Nam conflict was just getting started for the US so the burials were almost exclusively for "old soldiers".
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