Today is Armistice Day, the day where we commemorate not the country, not the winning of wars, not the soldier, but the man behind the gun sight, the human who fought not for his country, but for its people. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month ends an entire line of thinking, a war where friend and foe died for nothing, a war where the ravenous cruelty of this race showed, inventions once fantasy, quickly became staples, a war where empires, ways of life, and reality itself fell. And of the man who managed to shine, would never forget the sacrifice of those who led to him. A war where the only villain was circumstance, and where the top brass were questioned. The soldier and the human are combined together, honored separately, but to be man in uniform, and the to know memory of their deeds, are a sacrifice many see, but few will ever know.
Thank you, soldier, no matter your rank, no matter your country, no matter your past. We see you as our own, and honor you as a person.
