This is the bugle my Grandfather played. He was in the Army, based at Pearl Harbor in the 1940's - and was the reveille bugler every morning. The bugle was played (in an official capacity) for the final time on a certain December morning in 1941.
This is the single most important thing I own. It has become a centerpiece in my living room and a warm rememberance of the most heroic man I've ever known.
Have a good weekend.