She’s still here – An ode to Aggie Muster from a thousand miles away.

Aggie Muster is a time-honored tradition at Texas A&M University which celebrates the camaraderie of the school while remembering the lives of Aggies who have died, specifically those in the past year. Muster officially began on April 21, 1922 as a day for remembrance of fellow Aggies.
Aggie Muster Day
“We gather here to mark the day Aggies proudly stand.
To honor those who’ve gone before to the promised land.
Each name is called upon the roll, comrades answer Here.
Trumpets sound their sad good-bye to those we held so dear.
All heads are bowed in silent pledge never to forget.
While rifles fire their last salute echoes answer yet.
To their mem’ry we’ll be true; we will take their place.
One for all and all for one ever in Thy grace.
We’ll meet again another day, reunion while we pray
To ask Thy blessing on each one on this Muster day,
Aggie Muster Day.”
-Mrs. Earl (Margaret) Rudder

She wasn’t from around here, most locals could tell that.  Her giveaways included not buttering her flour tortilla at Tex-Mex restaurants and having two left feet when she was led in a two-step.  In fact, she was from a thousand miles away, from the land where most just go to vacation and others choose to live exposed to the sun’s unescapable rays year-round.

But when she first came here, it was like a religion gripped her to come and stay.  It was the traditions and the values and the shared culture of thousands upon thousands of current and former students that moved her to move here for school.

Because while “Some may boast of prowess bold – of the school they think so grand,

she came here because she was moved by “a spirit that can ne’er be told – it’s the spirit of Aggieland.


It was here she learned to greet everyone with a hearty “HOWDY” and how to throw up her fist and thumb to “gig’em” like the rest of ’em.

It was here she stood within the sanctuary of Kyle Field at 12:00AM before a home football game to yell with all of her 12th Man.

It was here she also gathered at 2:42AM on November 18th with her student body to remember the 12 students who lost their lives at Bonfire and their families.

It was here she fell in love with the Fightin’ Texas Aggie Band, who’ve been “winning halftimes” since its inception.

It was here on the first Tuesday evening of every month where she followed hundreds of silent students through campus for a tribute of Silver Taps held for the fellow students who had recently passed.

It was here she received the most precious piece of gold she owns, a ring shielded by symbolism and personalized for her own skinny finger.

It was here she discovered her sincerest passions and deepest dreams.

It was here she first learned how to love herself, flaws and faults, and how to love life, free and fearlessly, and how to love people, fully and ferociously.

It was here she graduated and turned her ring outward so the world would see she, too, came through here.

And, it was here she left so that she might go on a new adventure and grow in different ways.


So, here she finds herself once again a thousand miles away from here.  And with her fellow former students she gathers on Aggie Muster Day so that she might remember the fallen and echo for them “Here.”

Because even though she’s no longer hereshe must and will say “here.”

Because even if she never returns to hereshe will always be here.

Because the spirit of Aggieland reaches even hereshe’s still here.

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One comment

  1. Michelle Pritchard · April 14, 2016

    Glad you enjoyed your trip. Keep Writing. Have you read Audacious yet? You are an old soul!! – Michelle

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