This was forwarded to me from Scott Camil. Sunday is Armistice
Day, Veterans Day. Please sing a song for peace on 11/11 at 11:11. Let's
work to stop the butchering... Your pal, Jacque
I will come
to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday,
was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover
was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World
War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice
Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
It was during that
minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human
beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on
battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that
the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who
can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
Armistice Day has
become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is
So I will throw
Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw
away any sacred things.
What else is sacred?
Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.
And all music
Kurt Vonnegut, from
the foreward of Breakfast of Champions, Or Goodbye Blue Monday!
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