A moment

of silence please. Preferably this morning at 11 minutes past 1100.

You have to hand it to politicians who know how to create a memorable event keying in on numbers that are not easy to forget. Leaving aside, of course those who died in the intervening days between decision and proclamation.

Most in the US, since that particular was conducted at a distance experienced the effects in privation and loss of family and friends while those in Europe had their lands, homes and villages forever altered. Armistice Day was renamed to Veteran’s Day in 1954 to be more inclusive since WWII and the Korean War were fresher in most minds. Remembrance Day is another name for the same event.

I’m not on a ship today but still wearing the Poppy I picked up at Sandhurst the day before boarding the Escape.

Don’t thank those of us today for our service. Rather – remember those whose lives were sacrificed under orders from their countries. Those honest soldiers, sailors, airmen & marines – the rank and file of patriots serving their countries and leaving the politics for others.

Respect those who have gone before. Those of us who are living need to think about those who are not.

Ignore the commercialism. This is not a day for sales. It is a day to contemplate peace.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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