{"id":15410,"date":"2016-11-11T09:07:35","date_gmt":"2016-11-11T14:07:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kith.org\/journals\/vardibidian\/2016\/11\/11\/15410.html"},"modified":"2018-03-09T15:46:28","modified_gmt":"2018-03-09T20:46:28","slug":"armistice-day-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/2016\/11\/11\/armistice-day-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Armistice Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>In an Office, in Paris\n\n<p>The news came through over the telephone:\n<br>All the terms had been signed: the War was won:\n<br>And all the fighting and the agony,\n<br>And all the labour of the years were done.\n<br>One girl clicked sudden at her typewriter\n<br>And whispered, &#8216;Jerry&#8217;s safe&#8217;, and sat and stared:\n<br>One said, &#8216;It&#8217;s over, over, it&#8217;s the end:\n<br>The War is over: ended&#8217;: and a third,\n<br>&#8216;I can&#8217;t remember life without the war.&#8217;\n<br>And one came in and said, &#8216;Look here, they say\n<br>We can all go at five to celebrate.\n<br>As long as two stay on, just for today.&#8217;\n<p>It was quite quiet in the big empty room\n<br>Among the typewriters and little piles\n<br>Of index cards: one said, &#8216;We&#8217;d better just\n<br>Finish the day&#8217;s reports and do the files.&#8217;\n<br>And said, &#8216;It&#8217;s awf&#8217;lly like Recessional,\n<br>Now when the tumult has all died away.&#8217;\n<br>The other said, &#8216;Thank God we saw it through;\n<br>I wonder what they&#8217;ll do at home today.&#8217;\n<p>And said, &#8216;You know it will be quiet tonight\n<br>Up at the Front: first time in all these years.\n<br>And no one will be killed there any more,&#8217;\n<br>And stopped, to hide her tears.\n<br>She said, &#8216;I&#8217;ve told you; he was killed in June.&#8217;\n<br>The other said, &#8216;My dear, I know; I know &#8230;\n<br>It&#8217;s over for me too &#8230; My man was killed,\n<br>Wounded &#8230; and died &#8230; at Ypres &#8230; three years ago &#8230;\n<br>And he&#8217;s my Man, and I want him,&#8217; she said,\n<br>And knew that peace could not give back her Dead.\n\n<p>May Wedderburn Cannan\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In Which Your Humble Blogger looked for something perhaps a little less brutal than is often posted here for the remembrance, if still, you know, about the effects of war.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[199],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15410","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-litchrachoor"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15410","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15410"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15410\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16355,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15410\/revisions\/16355"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}