It's armistice day today. It's not TENTH ANNUAL VETERAN'S DAY SALE!!!! It's not Remembrance Day with its name changed so no one quite remembers. Listen to Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. and my granny: it's armistice day. A moment of silence, please, and put on yer poppies, children.

On Armistice Day
The Philharmonic will play
But the songs that we sing
Will be sad
Shufflin' brown tunes
Hanging around, ahoo
No long drawn blown out excuses
Were made
When I needed a friend she was there
Just like an easy chair

Oo, Oo-o

Armistice Day
Armistice Day
That's all I really wanted to say

Oh I'm weary from waiting
In Washington D.C.
I'm coming to see my Congressman
But he's avoiding me
Weary from waiting down in Washington D.C.

Oh Congresswoman
Won't you tell that Congressman
I've waited such a long time
I've about waited all I can
Oh Congresswoman, won't you tell that Congressman

Paul Simon

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae