At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month the guns became silent.
In memory of all those that perished in the War to end all wars and all conflicts since, up until the almost daily account of yet another death from which ever country there is still war. We will remember you. And we will salute the people who are left, the loved ones who have to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. This is not the time to discuss the futility of war. It is a time for me to bow my head and to show my gratitude that they died so I may lead the life I have in the way I have it.
In my pretty blog I've added a new person on my blog roll. He was there before, but he is so difficult to read. It makes my heart bleed when I read about the distress he is in. So if you want to know what it's like being a war vet who suffers from really bad PTSD check out Blood in the Sand. It hurts reading it and we should read his words to understand.
