It was the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, and it was the moment of hope that war would never come again between nations.
To get to that point required the expenditure of the blood and treasure of a generation; To lose that opportunity took only two months... then selfishness ruled the day again and the hope was doomed.
But for the fighting men (male and female) who paid that cost, let this be their day.
Let them be remembered.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;Let this also be a day for all our war dead, and one to appreciate the veterans in our nations, making special note of those who could not come home intact. If you have the means and are in the U.S., please consider helping at the Warrior Legacy Foundation, or at Soldier's Angels Project Valour IT... or find a way to donate time in your community to veteran's matters.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Now excuse me, folks; I'm going to spend this day with some old friends. Barring any major interruptions, I'll be back here tomorrow. The Lord bless and keep you, All.
Last year on this topic here at CompHyp.
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow..."
"Ich hatt' einen Kameraden..."