In 1918, on the "eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month" World War I ended. The guns were silenced.
Armistice day was set aside to remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice during that conflict. In 1954, November 11th was renamed Veterans Day to commemorate all veterans of all wars.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. ( Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae)
Bugles are calling from prairie to shore, Sign up and fall in and march off to war; Drums beating loudly, hearts beating proudly March blue and gray and smile as you go.
Smoke hides the valleys and fire paints the plains, Loud roar the cannons till ruin remains; Blue grass and cotton burnt and forgotten All hope seems gone so, soldier, march on to die.
Count all the crosses and count all the tears, These are the losses and sad souvenirs; This devastation once was a nation So fall the dice, how high is the price.
There in the distance a flag I can see, Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be; How ends the story, whose is the glory, Ask if we dare our comrades out there who sleep.
Count all the crosses and count all the tears, These are the losses and sad souvenirs; This devastation once was a nation So fall the dice, how high is the price we pay. (Ennio Morricone - The Story Of A Soldier)
On the "eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month" the city of Chicago will honor veterans. The Veterans Day Remembrance Ceremony will take place in Soldiers Field at the Doughboy statue. Enter through Gate 0
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