Call it what you will--

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--Remembrance Day, Veterans' Day. But there was something heavy in the air at work as we uncovered the Book of Remembrance, set out the chairs for visitors, and rang the bell at 11:11 am to call everyone to a moment of silence. And if the history of the thing wasn't enough, if the names in the Book weren't enough, if the plaques for the fallen on the walls, if the cases with the medals lining the hallway wasn't enough, this place still houses an active regiment, on tour and "Over There" right now.

When I first started here, the day the reg. left for their tour, there was a sending off for them. A lot of running around, a lot of trying to make sure it didn't all go to chaos, a lot of getting the families in, getting the buses out in the front, getting everyone where they needed to go--

I was on my way for my 2nd cup of coffee when one chap hailed me. I turned around, and he blinked, and grinned sheepishly.

"Holy cow; sorry, but you're a spitting image of my sister," he laughed, and shrugged it off, and walked away.

'Tis a pity we never learn.

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[buhhhfaluffalo.livejournal.com]

I wished I worked in a fucking castle. :c

But I love that song, it's what I get for living in a town where all the Irish off the boat come to live. My favorite group sung it live at the last concert I went to and I just about died a million times.

Pity indeed.

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

The Unknown Soldier - Summer Russell (http://www.summerrussell.com/audio/Summer_Russell_-_The_Unknown_Soldier_hifi.mp3)