... of the 11th hour of the 11th year of the 11th month, I hope you will remember the young men who went to fight a war that was unlike any other, and that they were not remotely prepared to comprehend.
My mother had an uncle who fought briefly in World War I. He was sent home with shell shock, and lived the remainder of his life in a VA hospital in Marion, Indiana. My parents visited him once, but he of course had no idea who they were, or why they were there. His story is one for another time.
But in the meantime, I hope that today - even if you end up in the rain - you will take a moment to say a prayer or have a thought for his soul, and all of the souls who only tried to do what was asked.
This is one of the few poems or songs that really captures the sadness of the war to me. Have a listen, and be glad that these soldiers, those who came after them, and those who are in harm's way still, make it possible for us to have the right to rail against war.
With thanks to those who have done, and still do, a job that makes it possible for all of us to have our choices and freedoms. And thanks to their families who give up so much.
Today I am thinking especially of my dad and my father-in-law, who were both World War II veterans. They are both gone now, but there are plenty of veterans still here who deserve our thanks and whatever help we can give to them.