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  • I thought I wouldn't cry this evening. I went to Silver Taps, an Aggie tradition that takes place on the first Tuesday of each month to honor the students that passed during the year. They turn out the lights on campus, and the cadets and band walk out to the academic plaza. We stood near the front, Eric knew one of the boys for this ceremony. Most of their fraternity was in attendance, dressed in suits and boots. The rounds were fired into the air, the trumpets played, and you could hear, who I imagined was one of the mothers, sobbing. Even though I could see the cadets raise their rifles, and even though I always know it's coming, I always jump. I suppose it's similar to always crying. I know it's going to happen, and yet I always do it. This time I made it until we got back to the pickup, but then Eric played "We Bleed Maroon" by Granger Smith. That song after Silver Taps will bring a tear to your eye. There's an enormous live oak, the century tree, that has been there for at least a hundred years. I wonder how many Silver Taps and Musters that tree has seen. I hope it's still there to see the muster my name is called at.

    Texas A&M, from the outside looking in, it's hard to understand, from the inside looking out it's hard to explain.
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