A Hundred Years Today

This morning marks the centennial of the end of World War I–once called The Great War.

The precise timing of the Armistice is the eleventh day of the eleventh month, at the eleventh hour.  11/11 at 11:00 AM.

I’ll be in church coffee hour at that moment.  I plan to remember. Will you?  The centennial of the end of a terrible war, the first truly modern war in this case, is a good thing to celebrate, no?

Both of my grandfathers were in that conflict:  Grandfather Hall in the submarines and trenches, and interrogating Germans, thanks to his fluency in German.  He received the Silver Star.  My other grandfather was a captain in the quartermaster’s office on Staten Island, and attended law school for the duration.

Either way, it’s been a hundred years since a war thought unexceedable ended.  If only they had been right;  but a German corporal, blinded by mustard gas and unsuccessful as an artist, led the world back into the abyss twenty years later.  One war tends to beget another.

Anyway, do try to remember.

About Jonathan B. Hall

Keyboard artist, sacred musician, teacher, writer, working in New York City and State. Many interests include music theory and history, literature, astronomy, genealogy, philosophy and theology, gardening, and good food.
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