Each night I crawl into bed, pull up the covers and listen as taps plays on the ‘giant voice’ outside my window.
After years of travel and witnessing the rich culture of other countries, I am especially drawn to military traditions and customs. I can not help but think one day, many years from now, I will climb into bed and I will miss this.
It is with that single thought, that I stopped to capture this picture of our home. It lives at the end of Ash Street and it is our little slice of military tradition.
