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...same on the cotton fields and in the stunned cities between Warm Springs and Washington, while the train, at funeral pace, bore the coffin up April's glowing South in re-enactment of Whitman's great threnody...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PEOPLE: A Soldier Died Today | 4/23/1945 | See Source »

...audible-the twitter of birds in new-leafed shade trees; the soft, rhythmic scuffing of massed, marching men in the street; the clattering exhaust of armored scout cars moving past, their machine guns cocked skyward. And the beat of muffled drums. As Franklin Roosevelt's flag-draped coffin passed slowly by on its black caisson, the hoofbeats of the white horses, the grind of iron-rimmed wheels on pavement overrode all other sounds...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Bugler: Sound Taps | 4/23/1945 | See Source »

...stood bareheaded. Few people wept, so that the occasional sounds of sobbing seemed shockingly loud. As the coffin went past, part of the crowd began jostling quietly to move along, to keep it in sight. On Pennsylvania Avenue an elderly weeping Negro woman sat on the curb, rocking and crying...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Bugler: Sound Taps | 4/23/1945 | See Source »

...bright-colored burden rolled slowly along, small in the broad street from which Franklin Roosevelt had so often waved to cheering thousands. The sun seemed to grow hotter, the drums throbbed and muttered on & on. At last, the caisson ground up the graveled White House drive. The coffin was carried out of sight into the executive mansion...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Bugler: Sound Taps | 4/23/1945 | See Source »

...East Room. Here, on another April afternoon, Abraham Lincoln's body had lain, his little sons Tad and Robert sitting at his feet, General Ulysses S. Grant in sash and white gloves at his head. Lincoln's coffin had rested under a black canopy so high it almost touched the ceiling. Windows, mirrors and. chandeliers had been smothered in crepe and the room had been ostentatiously gloomy. Now the East Room was just a corner of a big house, long lived...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Bugler: Sound Taps | 4/23/1945 | See Source »

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