Veterans Day, Armistice Day
[NOTE: This is a repeat of a previous post.]
Yes, indeed, I am that old—old enough to just barely remember when Veterans Day was called Armistice Day. The change in names occurred in 1954, when I was very small, in order to accommodate World War II and its veterans.
Since then, the original name has largely fallen out of use—although it remains, like a vestigial organ, in the timing of the holiday, November 11th, which commemorates the day the WWI armistice was signed (eleventh hour, eleventh day, eleventh month).
I’m also old enough–and had a teacher ancient enough—to have been forced to memorize that old chestnut “In Flanders Fields” in fifth grade—although without being given any historical context for it, I think at the time I assumed it was about World War II, since as far as I knew that was the only real war.
You can find the story of the poem here . It was written by a Canadian doctor who served in the European theater (there is no separate URL for the discussion of the poem, but you should click on the link about it if you scroll down on the left sidebar). It’s not great poetry by any means, but it was great propaganda to encourage America’s entry into what was known at the time as the Great War.
The poem’s first line “In Flanders fields the poppies blow” introduces that famous flower that later became the symbol of Armistice—and later, Veterans—Day. Why the poppy?
Wild poppies flower when other plants in their direct neighbourhood are dead. Their seeds can lie on the ground for years and years, but only when there are no more competing flowers or shrubs in the vicinity (for instance when someone firmly roots up the ground), these seeds will sprout.
There was enough rooted up soil on the battlefield of the Western Front; in fact the whole front consisted of churned up soil. So in May 1915, when McCrae wrote his poem, around him bloodred poppies blossomed like no one had ever seen before.
But in this poem the poppy plays one more role. The poppy is known as a symbol of sleep. The last line We shall not sleep, though poppies grow / In Flanders fields might point to this fact. Some kinds of poppies are used to derive opium from, from which morphine is made. Morphine is one of the strongest painkillers and was often used to put a wounded soldier to sleep. Sometimes medical doctors used it in a higher dose to put the incurable wounded out of their misery.
Now a day to honor those who have served in our wars, Veterans Day has an interesting history in its original Armistice Day incarnation. It was actually established as a day dedicated to world peace, back in the early post-WWI year of 1926, when it was still possible to believe that WWI had been the war fought to end all wars.
The original proclamation establishing Armistice Day as a holiday read as follows:
Whereas the 11th of November 1918, marked the cessation of the most destructive, sanguinary, and far reaching war in human annals and the resumption by the people of the United States of peaceful relations with other nations, which we hope may never again be severed, and
Whereas it is fitting that the recurring anniversary of this date should be commemorated with thanksgiving and prayer and exercises designed to perpetuate peace through good will and mutual understanding between nations; and
Whereas the legislatures of twenty-seven of our States have already declared November 11 to be a legal holiday: Therefore be it Resolved by the Senate (the House of Representatives concurring), that the President of the United States is requested to issue a proclamation calling upon the officials to display the flag of the United States on all Government buildings on November 11 and inviting the people of the United States to observe the day in schools and churches, or other suitable places, with appropriate ceremonies of friendly relations with all other peoples.
After the carnage of World War II, of course, the earlier hope that peaceful relations among nations would not be severed had long been extinguished. By the time I was a young child, a weary nation sought to honor those who had fought in all of its wars in order to secure the peace that followed—even if each peace was only a temporary one.
And isn’t an armistice a strange (although understandable) sort of hybrid, after all; a decision to lay down arms without anything really having been resolved? Think about the recent wars that have ended through armistice: WWI, which segued almost inexorably into WWII; the 1948 war following the partition of Palestine; the Korean War; and the Gulf War. All of these conflicts exploded again into violence—or have continually threatened to—ever since.
So this Veterans/Armistice Day, let’s join in saluting and honoring those who have fought for our country. The hope that some day war will not be necessary is a laudable one—and those who fight wars hold it, too. But that day has clearly not yet arrived—and, realistically but sadly, most likely it never will.
In the area where I grew up Armistice/Veterans Day was referred to as Decoration Day because the graves of veterans were decorated with small flags and piled deep with flowers. It was a solemn day. Still is as far I am concerned.
There will never be lasting peace. Human nature is what it is and that will never change. We have the capability to love and to hate, and that will never change.
I hope this sheds light rather than confusion . . .
https://www.answers.com/Q/When_did_Decoration_Day_become_Memorial_Day
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Decoration Day was first observed on May 30, 1868 to commemorate those who had died during the US Civil War. After World War I, which officially ended in 1919, Decoration Day was expanded to honor all military personnel who had died during any war or military action in which the United States had been involved. It was after this time that Decoration Day began to be known as Memorial Day. But it was not until 1967 that President Lyndon Baines Johnson signed the legislation officially renaming the holiday as Memorial Day.
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Tried to correct the above’s italicization @ “Europe’s intelligentsia” but after one try with 3 min to go… got a message “You can no longer edit this comment”….?
Great! Now it wiped out the posted comment…
MJR,
Thanks for that. Old minds sometimes mixes up memories. You jogged my mind.
Don Cherry banished to outer darkness because he groused about immigrants not wearing lapel poppies. Don Freaking Cherry. Wot a woild.
Several thoughts:
I have visited the place where the good Doctor was stationed for a time at an aid station just behind the front lines. It is now a WWI cemetery.
I, with my best friend, took a tour of the WWI battlefields, starting in Belgium and going all the way to Verdun, along the route of the trenches. Very moving to say the least. To see the cemeteries leaves on almost speechless.
New movie coming out next month called “1917”. It is WWI “Saving Private Ryan”, and it look good.
To my fellow veterans where ever and when ever they served, Thank you.
We seem to be this paradoxical species that loves and fights, and kills and is compassionate, and is vengeful and altruistic, over and over, endlessly repeated throughout our history. Are we nuts? But stop and imagine our 300,000 years in the wilderness as small tribes, afraid of every noise at night and every encroachment in our food territory, lethally protective of our children and women. If we had not been micro-affectionate and lovers in our tribes and fierce macro-killers of our competitors outside our affinity groups, we probably would not have arrived here now to talk about it. We are what would be expected with these parameters of our game of life. Those of us who survived, evolved as lovers and killers, because we had to.
Oh, that explains why so many people started crushing my work load yesterday.
It was almost like a holiday.