On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, an armistice, or temporary cessation of hostilities, was declared between the Allied nations and Germany in the First World War, then known as “the Great War.” Commemorated as Armistice Day beginning the following year, November 11th became a legal federal holiday in the United States in 1938. In the aftermath of World War II and the Korean War, Armistice Day became Veterans Day, a holiday dedicated to American veterans of all wars. http://www.history.com/topics/history-of-veterans-day
On Monday, November 11, Americans will celebrate in every hamlet, small town, city and metropolitan venues around our United States.
All branches of the armed forces will be honored in some fashion down main street USA.
Flags will be displayed, salutes made, speeches given, and ceremonies held to honor our veterans living and departed.
Let us take the time to thank a veteran for their service, pray for those in harm’s way, the thousands who are recuperating from devastating injury, and those who didn’t make it home to celebrate this day with us.
As a child I remember the red poppies that were handed out to remember our veterans. Dad and mom would proudly display this crepe paper flower on their lapels.
Here’s a little history behind the poppy.
“In Flanders Fields” is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First World War by Canadian physician and Lt. Col. John McCrae. He was inspired to write it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over the funeral of friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer, who died during the Second Battle of Ypres.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
–Lt. Col. John McCrae