The Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month.
"I detached myself from the others and walked slowly up Whitehall, with my heart sinking in a sudden cold dismay. Already this was a different world from the one that I had known during four life-long years, a world in which people would be light-hearted and forgetful, in which themselves and their careers and their amusements would blot out political ideals and great national issues. And in that brightly lit, alien world I should have no part. . . . The War was over; a new age was beginning; but the dead were dead and would never return."
Armistice Day 1918
Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth (1933) 462-63.
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