This is two weeks after D-Day

it’s dark, raining, muddy, and I’m stressed

so I get my trumpet out and the commander says:

“Jack don’t play tonight, because there is one sniper left. ”

I thought to myself that

German sniper is as scared and lonely as I am.

So I thought, I’ll play his love song

The next morning

here came a jeep from up the beach about a mile and a half away

and the military police says:

“Hey captain

there’s some German prisoners getting ready to go to England

One of them keeps saying in broken English

"Who played that trumpet last night?”

And he burst into sobs" he said

“When I heard that number that you played

I thought about my fiance in Germany

I thought about my mother and dad, about my brothers and sisters,

and I couldn’t fire.”

And he stick out his hand

and I shook the hand of the enemy

He was no enemy; he was scared and lonely like me.

The power of music.