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The Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month. . .


Today, thoughts turn to my maternal grandfather David Lewis Stokes, his brothers (Baxter and Jackson), and his brother-in-laws (Bob, Sydney, and Charlie). Amazingly, all six of them served, in one way or another, during the Second World War of 1939-45 and somehow managed to make it home relatively unscathed. So too did the only First World War veteran I ever met, Harrison Terrell, a Pennsylvania Quaker no less, who answered the call in 1917 and ended up in the trenches of northern France. They are all gone now, but I knew each of them well and think about them often. . . well, all the time really. It's November 11th everyone, formerly known as Armistice Day, now called Veterans' Day here in the United States. Please take a quiet moment to remember those who have served in previous and present conflicts around the world.

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Bluebear Jeff said…
In Canada it is known as "Remembrance Day" . . . and almost everyone I've seen in the past week or so has been wearing a poppy.


-- Jeff
A J said…
The last of Britain's WW1 veterans passed away this year. We owe all those who fell in both wars so much. We will remember them.

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