11 am 11-11-18

Today is Armistice Day. At least to me, perhaps a few hundred others with an idea that something really, really bad happened between 1914 and 1918 (1919-1920 as well, if you want to throw the Great Influenza). Veterans deserve their own day, preferably one not dripping in military history significance. (There has to be at least one or two, right?)

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, 1918. World War One ended, in the sense the fighting stopped and did not resume for twenty-one years. A mindless, brutal war with unforeseen, everlasting consequences that we would do well to make the effort to remember – as the Australians do Gallipoli.

Siegfried Sassoon said it best, of course:

Have you forgotten yet?…
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same–and War’s a bloody game…
Have you forgotten yet?…
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.

Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz–
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench–
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, ‘Is it all going to happen again?’

Do you remember that hour of din before the attack–
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads–those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

Have you forgotten yet?…
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.

We have forgotten, and we continue to forget while we have a lot to learn from WWI – foreign and domestically (next time you get upset at the ACLU protecting a newspaper, check out the Wilson administration’s interpretation of freedom of the press). We need to take a few moments to acknowledge the past instead of skimping on holidays that have in any event lost their meaning under a plethora of car and linen sales.


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