Jack of Harts

Yesterday was Armistice Day, a day honoring those who died in The Great War. Woodrow Wilson first remembered it on the Eleventh of November, 1919, and it became a National Holiday in 1926. After what we call World War II, a new generation of Veterans began to celebrate a “National Veterans Day” on Armistice Day in 1947. Instead of honoring only those who died in The Great War, they wished to honor all Veterans who served. Congress made it official in 1954 and Armistice Day became Veterans Day in America.

This year, the 100 year anniversary of the end of The Great War gave this National Holiday a special meaning to everyone who studies history in any way. President Trump went to France and stood in a Great War cemetery in Paris full of American dead as the rain fell from the sky. Because how else do you honor a holiday that came from such roots?

Today is Monday, one day after Veterans Day, Remembrance Day, or Armistice Day, and here in America we celebrate many of our National Holidays on the nearest Monday. It makes it easier on the workweek, and gives us a 3-Day Holiday Weekend to further enjoy. Have cookouts. See family again. Government buildings are closed. Banks are closed. The political and business worlds slow down just a little bit for a little bit. And tomorrow we go back to our normal lives once more.

Lives bought for us by Veterans.

The idea of America was born in the hearts of Intellectual and Religious leaders of the American Colonies. The reality of America was born in the hearts of the Veterans who fought to make it happen. The Veterans who retired after The Rebellion and went back to their farms. The Veterans who defended this nation again in 1812. Those who fought in the Civil War, the Spanish American War, and every war that followed. And those who never fought in any war at all, but stood ready to fight as all those who came before.

Never Forget what they gave us.

Never let anyone take it away from us.