11th hour of the 11th month, 1918.
I’m currently working on an article about my husband’s great-great uncle, who was wounded in France on the afternoon of November 10, 1918, and died early the next morning of his wounds, about 10 hours before the cease fire.
Very sad.
Doncha just love history?
My grandfather was in Operation Archangel (Army), a Polar Bear, the only time US forces fought on Russian soil, during the Russian Civil war, which was during and after the end of WWI. Gramps was a radioman.
Don’t tell my bros and sisters, but after Mom died, I liberated Grampa’s Russian campaign medal from his mementoe box. Those guys didn’t even know what it meant. I also was gifted, by mom, Gramps’ footlocker. I’m amazed it held up thru 7 kids and now a few grandkids.