I dag er dagen, hvor Liselotte og hendes familie tager afsked med deres Alexander. Vi andre, som har fulgt hans færd gennem tilværelsen via Liselottes levende skriverier, vil stå på sidelinien med bøjede hoveder og tunge hjerter.

Når en soldat begraves i USA, spiller en enlig trompeter signalet Taps. Over årene er der sat ord til tonerne. Et par af versene lyder:

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the hills, from the lake,
From the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.

Fades the light; And afar
Goeth day, And the stars
Shineth bright,
Fare thee well; Day has gone,
Night is on.

Thanks and praise, For our days,
‘Neath the sun, Neath the stars,
‘Neath the sky,
As we go, This we know,
God is nigh.

Mine tanker søger nordpå i dag.

God rejse, Alexander.

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