So, November 11th is Veteran’s Day. Thanks to all you veterans for keeping us free. Recall this line? “They also serve who only stand and wait” (John Milton, died 1674). So, my thanks to those who wrapped the bandages as well as those in the trenches.
And it used to be Memorial Day, celebrating the armistice of WW I. The armistice was signed on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. My mother was old enough to remember. She told me that the nation had prayed at eleven o’clock every day, for the end of the War. And that was why all the elevens.
The last veteran of WW I is gone; are we just gonna forget that war? Where, in my state of Texas – thousands served and died in the battlefields of Europe. Soldiers trained state-wide. In South Texas at Corpus Christi, where the training camp became the Del Mar addition. In Kingsville, in the brush beside Armstrong Avenue, now developed and forgotten. And San Antonio became the center of pilot training for the Army Air Corps, a position it held for many years.
And the songs. On the way back from Jekyll Island last week I entertained my friends by singing the songs of WW I. Remember Irving Berlin? “K-k-k Katy, beautiful Katy..” or “Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning…” “Over there….”
Sad to say, those songs were news to my wonderful girlfriends. It’s more than a generation gap, I fear.
So today, I remember Sergeant York. Black Jack Pershing. Eddie Rickenbacker. And Dan Daly at the Battle of Belleau Wood, yelling “Come on, you sons-of-bitches. Do you want to live forever?”
November 11, 2015
“Life is like a coin. You spend it any way you like, but you only spend it once.” – Lillian Dickson, American missionary.