They call it Remembrance Day in Europe and the British Commonwealth countries. And they call it Veterans Day in the USA.

Today is the 11th day of the 11th month — and in this particular year, it’s the 11th year of the post 2000 marker.

I am writing this from a gite (cottage) in Normandy. In those dark days of the 1940s, a world war was being fought in the towns and fields all around us. The tangible signs of those battles still exist in the bullet holes that scar the face of stone buildings and the bits of bullets and shells that continue to be found to this day.

Whether now alive or gone from this mortal life, the men and women who serve their countries honourably deserve to be remembered for their sacrifices.

I am personally grateful that my own dear son came safely home from a war.
 

American Military Cemetary at Omaha Beach, Normandy, France