100 Years Since The Armistice
When I was young, I had a great-Uncle point to an intersection in a small town and explain how a flag pole had once stood there, and that when WWI ended, people had marched around it in celebration. Many of those people would soon be dead from the swine flu pandemic of 1918. In part, a consequence of that war. But for a brief moment, those town folks relished the peace.
I listened today about another great-great Uncle, who had been caught in a German gas attack on the Western Front. He survived but was so crippled physically by the experience that basically he was disabled the rest of his life.
WWI was so bloody that it produced what is commonly referred to as ‘the lost generation’. A whole swathe of humanity snuffed out of existence. And least we forget, that war spread the seeds for WWII.
It has been 100 years since on the 11th day of the 11th month, at the 11th hour, fighting ceased. And while the current President saw fit to insult the memory of those sacrificed in that butchery, and dishonor the nation as a whole because he didn’t want to step out in a light rain, the rest of us remember. For if we don’t, if history loses relevance, then we fail to understand its lessons.
If you don’t know much about the war, read at least one book on some aspect of it. But take a moment today to honor the fallen and those who lived with the scars ever after. For while its been 100 years, the fact there are still wars means we haven’t learned the lessons quite yet.