It was written for the key bugle, the first chromatic trumpet.

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.

No one can win all the time. But you've got to learn from all you do - both successes and failures. Always do a self-assessment.

We're ready for battle and all we need now is to hear the sound of the bugle.

The first time I ever played the trumpet in public, I played the Marine Hymn. I sounded terrible.