The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month

For the benefit of those who've been searching, as they always do on Decoration Day and Armistice Day, for information on the yellow butterflies story and the tomb of the unknown, here's the link to my roundup on the subject. Some links in my postings may disappear over time, but these are my own records as well, since I always think of this story and how it used to be declaimed over the radio on the relevant occasions. For the record, I think it's a shame that more people didn't turn out for Austin's parade, if only for the education of their own children and as an appreciation for all those kids who marched in the parade. Austin's parades are so intimate, with personal thank-yous to the spectators from those in the procession. We all could have done without the unmuffled two-wheelers, and one must always marvel at all the males within a certain age range who have invested so much time and effort in Mustangs and Corvettes. The vehicular stars for us were a beautiful practically untouched post-war Chrysler and a very much tricked out Nash Metropolitan on which a lot of work had been done. The vintage ambulance was not in the parade this year, although there were many other military vehicles from various eras. Everybody loved the low flyover of what seemed to be old-time training planes (biplanes? AT-something?). We enjoyed everything about the parade, especially its old-time Austin feeling and all the live music, which later adjourned to Scholz's.