On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, the Long War that had begun four years before and all but obliterated our civilization seemed to come to a close. We all vowed to never forget it, and gave it its own special day of remembrance. They called it the war to end all wars; it almost ended us. No one could imagine that day that the Great War would get a number assigned to it, that by the time the Long War ended in 1989, it would have taken well over 100 million lives, and that in the wake of this unimaginable tsunami of blood we decided that there wasn’t much point in trying to remember the false light of that day in November, and decided to use it to remember something else.
Happy Armistice Day.