On Nov. 11, 1918, at 11 a.m. the guns of World War I fell silent with a lasting armistice between the warring sides. The war officially came to an end with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles the next summer. 

President Woodrow Wilson proclaimed Nov. 11, 1919 as the first commemoration of Armistice Day: “To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nations…”

In 1938, Congress passed a law making the date an official federal holiday. In 1954, the name of the holiday was then changed from Armistice Day to Veterans Day to include veterans of World War II, the recently ended war in Korea and future conflicts.

Later that same year, on October 8th, President Dwight D. Eisenhower issued the first “Veterans Day Proclamation,” which stated: “In order to insure proper and widespread observance of this anniversary, all Veterans, all Veterans’ organizations, and the entire citizenry will wish to join hands in the common purpose. Toward this end, I am designating the Administrator of Veterans’ Affairs as Chairman of a Veterans Day National Committee, which shall include such other persons as the Chairman may select, and which will coordinate at the national level necessary planning for the observance. I am also requesting the heads of all departments and agencies of the Executive branch of the Government to assist the National Committee in every way possible.”

In recognition of the holiday, local communities across the state, and nation, celebrate with remembrance events and parades. 

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This post is based on a history of Veterans Day from the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs. 

In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae

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.