11 -11 -11: A Jobless Homecoming

bouquet of poppies

poppies are for remembrance

Welcome home, soldier.

Having served the nation to the point of the ultimate sacrifice, they who have survived far away battlefields have come home in various conditions physical and emotional to a less than welcoming USA. Job hunting: another kind of battlefield in another kind of war.

On November 11, nearly 100 years ago the agreement that put a pause to WWIwas signed. That day was celebrated as “Armistice Day“. It was renamed “Veterans Day” to honor the fallen of both the Korean police action and WWII. Here is the poem most closely associated with that event. I found it and other interesting information in the Wikipedia article on the subject.


John McCrae

Portrait of John McCrae, author of "In Fl...

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

They who were once  heroes are now dumped on the social scrap heap like old tires along with the rest of us disregarded by many corportions.

Welcome home, soldier. You are now one of the unemployed.