Yes. Least we forget. WW One was a long time ago, but the soldiers who died there need remembrance. Perhaps a forgotten war, forgotten cause (for most of us) but they died with honor for their country. Thanks, guys.
Two of the men on that page (Homer Anderson and George Johnson) passed earlier this year. So it’s down to an even dozen, assuming the two men not listed are still alive.
I’m feeling old here. I was just saying earlier today that I remember the WWI veterans marching in the parade. These days even the ranks of the WWII vets are thinning like crazy.
There’s a list on Wikipedia of surviving WWI veterans worldwide. I can’t vouch for its accuracy, but the two guys from Massachusetts I’ve seen mentioned in the newspapers at least fairly recently.
Does anyone recall the big parade in Heinlein’s short story “The Man Who Traveled in Elephants”? Written to be a contemporary story, in the late 1940’s, a contingent of veterans of different American wars was riding in the parade. One was mentioned as being the oldest, from the GAR. That would have been roughly equivalent to a WWI veteran being alive today. That story always brings tears to my eyes, especially the line that mentions why the old men were riding “*because, merciful Heaven forgive us, they could not walk.” *
Yes there is. A couple of weeks ago the BBC ran story showing the oldest British WW1 veteran still alive (Henry Allingham) meeting up with the oldest German WW1 serviceman. Very moving it was. Incidentally Henry (who is aged 100) was in France this week laying a wreath on a war memorial. Here is a news story about him :-
I just got back from my church’s Veteran’s Day service, where I played Christmas in the Trenches. It is a song about a spontaneous Christmas ceasefire during WWI.
This thread makes me feel old. When I was a kid growing up in the 1970s, WWI vets were everywhere, and it was Spanish-American War vets that were increasingly few and far between. Even then, they weren’t as uncommon as WWI vets today.
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air–
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath–
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear . . .
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous