Every year I search for a link to this quote from Breakfast of Champions to commemorate November 11th, which is my mom's and Kurt Vonnegut's birthday. I want to thank them both for their service to humanity. Then it came to me--duh--I have my own blog that has somehow lain dormant for almost a year. I have probably written more this year than usual, but have somehow failed to repost my reviews or anything else here. So now, I have a very "braver self worthy" day to commemorate. And I choose to do so with this quote:
"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 not."
God Bless you, Mr. Rosewater.
