At the 11 hour of the 11 day of the 11th month, I will observe a minute of silence in remembrance.
One hundred years ago, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the guns fell silent in No Man’s Land – the end of the “war to end all wars.”
On October 31, 1917, during the Second Battle of Passchendaele, my great-uncle Earle went missing, presumed dead. His body was never found. His brother, Grover, survived the war, returning home in 1918. On a foggy night, eight years later, he and my great-grandfather died when their wooden schooner was sliced in two by a metal-hulled steamer. A family grave marker commemorates both events.
Wooden sailing ships and metal steamers meeting in the fog: an adept analogy for World War One?
Sites I’ve been visiting lately regarding World War One: