Monday, November 11, 2013

Veteran's Day - November 11, 2013



May we remember them always. Not just on Memorial Day or on Veterans Day,
but every day that we remember the freedoms that we have in this country.
For those of you veterans who are with us today,
a grateful nation remains indebted to you.

The Veterans who offered their lives in service, who bear the scars of duty
should always, always have a special place in our society.

~ Rick Perry, Governor of Texas ~


Admiral Stanley Montunez awards Mr. Maven
the Good Conduct Medal.

Mr. Maven was also awarded the
Purple Heart.

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."

Beginning the following year we commemorated Armistice Day, November 11th, which 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.

Veterans Day pays tribute to all American veterans--living or dead--but especially gives thanks to living veterans who served their country honorably during war or peacetime. In the United States, an official wreath-laying ceremony is held each Veterans Day at the Tomb of the Unknowns in Arlington National Cemetery, while parades and other celebrations are held in states around the country.

Britain, France, Australia and Canada also commemorate the veterans of World Wars I and II on or near November 11th: Canada has Remembrance Day, while Britain has Remembrance Sunday (the second Sunday of November).

Red poppies, were a symbol of World War I (due to the poem "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae, below). Poppies are sold in Canada and the United Kingdom on Remembrance Day to raise money for veterans or worn in the lapel as a tribute. In the United States, red poppies are reserved for Memorial Day.

In Flanders Fields

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.

~ Lieut. Col. John McCrae, M.D. ~
Born in Ontario, Canada (1872-1918)
Died of pneumonia January 1918, Boulogne, France
Poem first published in Punch December 15, 1918


Today, November 11, 2013,
Thank a Veteran, please!

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