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Armistice Day, speaking of Kurt Vonnegut

Snurched this from Elizabeth Bear (matociquala), because there's no need to reinvent the wheel:

So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.

I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.

So I will throw Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw away any sacred things.

What else is sacred? Oh,
Romeo and Juliet, for instance.

And all music is.

—Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

See also The Pogues' "The Band Played 'Waltzing Matilda'", Erich Maria Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front, Dalton Trumbo's Johnny Got His Gun, Jaroslav Hašek's The Good Soldier Svejk, Pink Floyd's "The Gunner's Dream," et. al.


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