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One of the two poems in the British commemoration of Armistice and subsequent remembrances was:

They won’t age, no, but we will … and the friend of many here, LegIron, has written this morning:

Yes. But by the same token, people are still commemorating the Fallen in various ways, for example:

… which is nice, almost quaint and may that sort of thing never dies out.

Just a word on why Remembrance Sunday for Britain and some other places, instead of on Wednesday, November 11th, which is Armistice Day:

Here’s a nice gesture which at least until recently was still being offered:

And so to the opening poem and the attached bugle call for the 11th of the 11th, at 11 a.m.:

For just Unherdables readers but not OoL nor Jstack, which don’t allow suchlike:

The flowers of Remembrance. Hour after hour an unceasing pilgrimage of bereaved mothers, wives, daughters, and sweethearts lay floral offerings on the Cenotaph. Armistice Day, London, 1920. pic.twitter.com/7hvtv6iaCe

— History Girl (@HistoryGirlBW) November 8, 2026