For those of you who think that this is Veteran’s Day–think again. It is actually Armistice Day–a day that the world has set aside to remember the end of World War I (November 11, 1918). It was only later that the U.S. government decided that we should remember all Veterans on this day. I disagree. Let’s have a day to remember the veterans from each of their conflicts. Why do we not celebrate V-E Day or V-J Day here in the U.S. any more? Other countries do. Do we care so little about our past that we can only lump all these conflicts into one single day? It seems that if we really cared, we’d set aside an important day for remembrance for each conflict.
And so today, I will remember World War I and the deaths that occurred on the fields of France:
The War Sonnets: V. The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke, 1887-1915