All over the world (except the United States), this date, November 11th, is solemnly commemorated as Armistice Day. On the eleventh day of November, 1918, at the eleventh hour, the guns fell silent across Europe as World War I, the so-called "War To End All Wars", finally ground to a halt.Both of my grandparents fought in that war. My paternal grandfather and his wife came to live with my mother and father in their declining years (as was common in an earlier generation - they weren't dumped into old-age homes). One of my earliest memories was of my grandfather's constant hacking cough, the result of injuries sustained from a German gas attack on the trenches during that war. His lungs never fully recovered, and the injury shortened his life appreciably. Thus, even though the war had finished decades before I was born, it still touched my memory. He died when I was three or four years old, I don't recall precisely which. The house was somehow very still without his coughing . . .They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sun and in the morningWe will remember them.Peter