Today I did three memorial services for guys killed in Iraq. As I'm in a back room, a woman walks by with her little girl. She is one of the spouses of one of the deceased soldiers. The little girl looks up at her mother and asks, "Do we get to go see daddy now?". She could not have been more than 5. Because I do so many memorials and funerals, I try to not feel anything personal. It just breaks my concentration. Needless to say, there were tears running down my cheeks today as I sounded Taps. The girl's face will never leave my memory, nor will her father's. How's that for a mental aspect? Play Taps every time you all are given the chance.