The eleventh day of the eleventh month has always seemed to me to be special. Even if the reason for it fell apart as the years went on, it was a symbol of something close to the high part of the heart. Perhaps a life that stretches through two or three wars takes its first war rather seriously, but I still think we should have kept the name "Armistice Day." Its implications were a little more profound, a little more hopeful.You said it, brother. Thanks to all who have served or are serving, on this Veterans' Day, or Remembrance Day, or Armistice Day. This post is mostly a repeat I run every year, since I find it hard to top Kelly. This year, I wrote a new post, "Only the Faithless Suffer," along with a brief post featuring videos of First World War poetry (we've looked at a fair amount of war poetry over the years). Additionally, author of The Great War and Modern Memory, Paul Fussell, died earlier this year. Three years ago now, I wrote a series of six related posts for Armistice Day (and as part of an ongoing series on war). The starred posts are the most important, but the list is: "Élan in The Guns of August" "Demonizing of the Enemy" "The War Poetry of Wilfred Owen" ***"Giddy Minds and Foreign Quarrels" "The Little Mother" ***"War and the Denial of Loss" The most significant other entries in the series are: "How to Hear a True War Story" (2007) "Day of Shame" (2008) "The Poetry of War" (2008) "Armistice Day 2008" (featuring the war poetry of Siegfried Sassoon). (2008) "They Could Not Look Me in the Eye Again" (2011) I'll update this post below the photo with links to other folks' pieces for 11/11 as I find them. If you've written one, feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me. Thanks.