"Softly call the Muster, let comrade answer 'Here'..."
Sadly, my beloved Aggies have bowed out of this years NCAA tournament. Losing by only 4 points to top-seeded UCLA, the Ags ran out of time (Aggies never lose if you didn't know...) and were eliminated from this year's tourney. Of course this was not before posting a nice upset over BYU (sorry pops!) to make the second round.
And so I light a candle to remember my fallen comrades...see you next year!
Roll Call for the Absent
In many lands and climes this April day
Proud sons of Texas A&M unite.
Our loyalty to country, school, we pray,
and seal our pact with bond of common might.
We live again those happy days of yore
on campus, field, in classroom, dorm, at drill
Fond memory brings a sigh -- but nothing more;
Now we are men and life’s a greater thrill,
On Corregidor many years ago today
A band of gallant Aggies, led by Moore,
Held simple rites which led to us doth all to say:
The spirit shall prevail through cannon roar.
Before we part and go upon our way,
We pause to honor those we knew so well;
The old familiar faces we miss so much today
Left cherished recollections that time cannot dispel.
Softly call the Muster,
Let comrade answer, “Here!”
Their spirits hover ‘round us
As if to bring us cheer!
Mark them ‘present’ in our hearts.
We’ll meet some other day
There is no death, but life etern
For our old friends such as they!
Sadly, my beloved Aggies have bowed out of this years NCAA tournament. Losing by only 4 points to top-seeded UCLA, the Ags ran out of time (Aggies never lose if you didn't know...) and were eliminated from this year's tourney. Of course this was not before posting a nice upset over BYU (sorry pops!) to make the second round.
And so I light a candle to remember my fallen comrades...see you next year!
Roll Call for the Absent
In many lands and climes this April day
Proud sons of Texas A&M unite.
Our loyalty to country, school, we pray,
and seal our pact with bond of common might.
We live again those happy days of yore
on campus, field, in classroom, dorm, at drill
Fond memory brings a sigh -- but nothing more;
Now we are men and life’s a greater thrill,
On Corregidor many years ago today
A band of gallant Aggies, led by Moore,
Held simple rites which led to us doth all to say:
The spirit shall prevail through cannon roar.
Before we part and go upon our way,
We pause to honor those we knew so well;
The old familiar faces we miss so much today
Left cherished recollections that time cannot dispel.
Softly call the Muster,
Let comrade answer, “Here!”
Their spirits hover ‘round us
As if to bring us cheer!
Mark them ‘present’ in our hearts.
We’ll meet some other day
There is no death, but life etern
For our old friends such as they!
