It's a day to remember the living, the people -- mostly regular working Joes and Janes -- who go and do the hard, often dull, occasionally dangerous jobs in the country's armed forces.
Today is a day originally marked over a century ago by the people who thought they had just finished a horrific war that would end wars, a war that left scars twisting across Europe that in places have still not healed, and may not for centuries yet to come.
What they did not know is that their war would be followed by others, even worse. By a century of war.
We're in a new century now, and war persists. It chews up and spits out the people who put on their country's uniform, for long hours and low pay. Spare them a thought. Give them your thanks. Their job is to stem the tide, to confront the horror and drudgery so that you and I don't have to. It is a gift beyond price.
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1 year ago
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