It is tradition.

It occurs the 21st day of April every year. It is held in locations all over the world. Emptiness is heard. “Softly call the Muster, let comrade answer ‘here.’ A name and class is called. “Here.” A candle is lit. Tears flow. Another name and class is called. “Here.” Another candle shines. More tears. And so it goes. They are all accounted “here.” Three bugles sound. Synchronized harmony punctuated by silence. Then a somber voice begins. Others join…

Some may boast of prowess bold
Of the schools they think so grand
But there’s a spirit can ne’er be told
It’s the Spirit of Aggieland.

We are the Aggies – the Aggies are we
True to each other as Aggies can be
We’ve got to FIGHT boys
We’ve got to fight!
We’ve got to fight for Maroon and White
After they’ve boosted all the rest
They will come and join the best
For we are the Aggies – the Aggies are we
We’re from Texas AMC

Adjourned until April 21st. May God bless and keep you, all of you, until next year.

In honor of Robert F. Schumann ’45, my father-in-law, and his brother, uncle Max A. Schumann ‘44

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I am curious, not fearful or unafraid. I have delivered babies into this world. I have held the dying until their departure. Life, what is if for? What is it about? Do I know or don't I? Knowledge is elusive and never complete. The more I know, the more I know I don't know. My boss once asked me if I knew what I was doing. "No sir," was my reply, "but that has never stopped me before." This is one of those valuable lessons my mom taught me. Just because you don't know doesn't mean you shouldn't. I am willing. I am not always able. I have heard that "If it is worth doing, it is worth doing until you get it right." Here am I, send me. What is there about me that is different than all the rest? Possibly not all that much. I am a soul longing to do more, share more and know more. Born into a body in 1960, my parents raised me and continue to show me. My wife loves me. My children teach me. My friends stand by me. I share in this journey with many others. I am grateful. I have experienced more than 30 years as a husband, more than 30 years as a dad, and more than 30 years in the fire service. I continue to grow, feel and learn; and too, I diminish, numb, and forget. In honor or disgrace, blame or praise, I am prepared.
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