At 1100 on November 11th, 1918, the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the Guns of August finally fell silent. It would be commemorated as Armistice Day to honor those who had fought in the War to End All Wars, and when that title was proven fatally optimistic it was renamed Veterans Day to honor those who had fought in the wars that followed, and all who had left the security and comfort of civilian life to serve something larger than themselves; past, present and future.
This year I shall ponder whether our nation remains worthy of the exertions of the warriors who have given so much of themselves for others.
Does it now?
Will it ever again?