Veterans Day, formerly Armistice Day, holiday observed annually in the United States in honor of all those, living and dead, who served with the U.S. armed forces in wartime. 

Some states observe the holiday on November 11 and others on the fourth Monday of October. Armistice Day, the forerunner of Veterans Day, was proclaimed in 1919 to commemorate the termination (at 11 AM on November 11, 1918) of World War I. On the first anniversary of the truce, U.S. President Woodrow Wilson issued a proclamation eulogizing fallen Allied soldiers and referring to November 11 as Armistice Day. It became a holiday in the United States, France, the United Kingdom, and Canada.

The holiday acquired its present name and broadened significance in the U.S. in 1954. In Canada it is known as Remembrance Day, and in the United Kingdom, as Remembrance Sunday.

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day and making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You.  That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot,
"THANK YOU."
Remember November 11th is Veterans Day.


Angels created by Grandma George

"It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press.

 

It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech.

 

It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.

 

It is the soldier, Who salutes the flag, Who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who allows the protester to burn the flag."

 

Father Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC

Only one thing wrong with this poem......

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A Simple Soldier

He was getting old and paunchy 
and his hair was falling fast, 
And he sat around the Legion, 
telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he had fought 
in and the deeds that he had done. 
In his exploits with his buddies; 
they were heroes, everyone.

And 'tho sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke, 
all his buddies listened, 
for they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer, 
for ol' Buddy has passed away, 
and the world's a little poorer, 
for a Soldier died today.

No, he won't be mourned by many, 
just his children, and his wife. 
For he lived an ordinary, 
very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way; 
and the world won't note his passing; 'tho a Soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth, 
their bodies lie in state, 
while thousands note their passing 
and proclaim that they were great.

Papers publish their life stories, 
from the time that they were young, 
but the passing of a soldier,
goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution, 
to the welfare of our land, 
some jerk who breaks his promise and cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow, 
who in times of war and strife, 
goes off to serve his Country 
and offers up his life?

The politician's stipend 
and the style in which he lives, 
are sometimes disproportionate, 
to the service that he gives.

While the ordinary soldier, 
who offered up his all, 
is paid off with a medal 
and perhaps a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them, 
for it's oh so long ago, 
that our Joe's and Johnny's, 
went to battle, but ah we know.

It was not the politicians, 
with their compromise and ploys, 
who won for us the freedom, 
that our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand, 
would you really want some cop-out, with his ever waffling stand?

Or would you want a Soldier, 
who has sworn to defend, 
his home, his kin, and Country, 
who will fight until the end?

He was just a common Soldier 
and his ranks are growing thin, 
but his presence should remind us, 
we may need his like again.

For when countries are in conflict, 
then we find the Soldier's part, 
Is to clean up all the troubles, 
that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor, 
while he's here to hear the praise, 
then at least let's give him homage, 
at the ending of his days.

Maybe just a simple headline, 
in the paper that might say:

OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.

~~~Author Unknown~~~

 

Graphic by Bud Shott


 

Captain George Duffy's POW Page
a Prisoner of War of both the Germans and the Japanese during World War II

 

Before I put my normal Veterans Link pages I have to list one separately.  This is probably the most touching, well done page for Veterans that I have seen.  With a very few words, this page brought tears to my eyes.  This page talks 'to' the Veterans instead of 'about' the Veterans as most do. 
It is worth the trip to visit! 
  DEAR VETERANS at 

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