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Friday night, small town No. Calif. Im working as a replacement in a 5-man crew for a neighboring association. Were all lined up at the 50 with our hats over our hearts for the national anthem when a set of bagpipes starts blaring away. After a few seconds I look over to the White Hat and say Amazing Grace? He just smiles and shrugs.
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I had no problem at all with the pipes or the tune. I loved it. I even knew the words. I was just surprised to hear something other then the usually played patriotic songs. Not that I have a problem with them either.
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