Guest Post by Pistol Pete of PoliNation.
This is the day first designated on November 11,1918 as Armistice Day to commemorate the end of The Great War. It was a day that all Americans came together to honor those who served so selflessly and the many who paid the ultimate price for our freedom. I remember as a child going to the parades, seeing men and women marching down Jefferson Street, flags waving, veterans in the crowd in their old uniforms saluting, it was a source of great pride. Now the day seems relegated to selling electronics and bedsheets and free meals for veterans.
The men in my family all served at one time or another. I was drafted in 1969, but was rejected because I had asthma. I knew an awful lot of classmates who went, and some never made it home. Unless you are a blue star family, like our own Chrissy, you can’t possibly know what it’s like to have a loved one so far away, trusting in God to keep them in His care but never really knowing until they’re home safely. Read the rest at PoliNation.