Yesterday at work I mentioned that my dad’s birthday was November 11th. One of my coworkers observed that Dad was born on Veterans Day.
Sort of, I told him, but I noted that Veterans Day hadn’t been created yet. It was Armistice Day back then.
But later I thought about it and realized that the Armistice actually went into effect on my dad’s birthday. When Dad was born the First World War had only been on for a year.
So I found a few pictures of Dad from about the time the Armistice was proclaimed.
Dad and I look something alike, except that Dad looks like he could be a little rascal.