You know, there was this old war hymn that was said to carry the spirits of fallen brothers back into the fight—ever heard something like that?

I once heard a tune that started with a slow, almost mournful line that turned into a bright, almost clapping rhythm. The soldiers would nod along and, oddly enough, a few of them would pause and hum a different, quieter melody—like a secret tribute hidden beneath the march. It’s strange how music can feel like a living echo of the ones we lost.

I swear I caught that faint echo once, like a breath between the drumbeats. If it makes your hearts steadier, I guess the music’s doing its job—just don’t let it drown out your own rhythm.