Depending on when you started following, this post may be new to you, or you may remember it from last year. In either case, since I cannot express my feelings about this day any better than I did last year, I decided not to try. Please have a look:
The armistice that ended battlefield hostilities during World War I started at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month in 1918. Here in Canada wearing a Red Poppy on the left lapel, the one closest to the heart, is a tradition we use to mark this event.
Though now a full century after the beginning of the Great War, government and financial institutions are the only ones to actually take the day off, November 11th is still a National Holiday here called Remembrance Day.
In the United States November 11th is also celebrated as Veteran’s Day.
Now you can talk to me about the pointlessness of war. How violence is not the answer. Or how it is wrong for well-off, well-fed, middle-aged (mostly) white men to send our youth off to fight their battles for them; and on 364 days of the year I’ll probably agree with a lot of what you have to say.
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