We finished up the town fireworks last night, and you could hear lots of cars, down in the valley, headed for home. I had our back porch speakers turned up, and was listening to the drum and fife portion of John Williams' musical score for Mel Gibson's "Patriot". As I looked up at the stars above our mountains, it reminded me of the beautiful, crisp drums and fifes in the marching ranks and scattered through the forests. They were playing for our Minutemen when those early battles raged. Those fleet-footed musicians were not there to entertain but to keep courage up as the plainclothed farmer/soldiers fought and watched their brother fighters around them be suddenly torn in half by cannon fire and/or bloody wounded by lead balls from long rifles. They were marching into eternity. Most of them had a healthy fear and love of God and they strode into His waiting arms before that day's sun was gone - or years later when all the racket was just a memory. One way or another, whenever death caught up with them they met God with their heads bowed and were ecstatic to see their Savior.