Armistice Day renamed Veterans Day

Armistice Day renamed Veterans Day
because war continues.
The Fury of Aerial Bombardment
Richard Eberhart
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment
Would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces
Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces.
History, even, does not know what is meant.
You would feel that after so many centuries
God would give man to repent; yet he can kill
As Cain could, but with multitudinous will,
No farther advanced than in his ancient furies
Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity?
Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all?
Is the eternal truth man's fighting soul
Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?
Of Van Wettering I speak, and Averill,
Names on a list, whose faces I do not recall
But they are gone to early death, who late in school
Distinguished the belt feed lever from the belt holding pawl.
veterans
Originally shared by David Amerland
In Silence we Recall
The worst thing that can happen is for memory to fade and the lessons of the past, bought so dearly, with blood and pain, to fade. Armistice Day is celebrated on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the year (http://goo.gl/84GpID).
Wilfred Owen (https://goo.gl/EvgA43) perhaps captured it best in his Anthem For Doomed Youth:
WHAT passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
And for those looking to learn what a poppy stands for, dive here: http://goo.gl/APmCDB.
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