On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day
There will be a parade on Congress in observance of the day, whether we call it Veterans Day or are old enough to remember it as Armistice Day. All week long, searches on "yellow butterflies" and "tomb of the unknown" have brought people to this blog who remember having heard or read the story by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews. On line today, I've found yet another retelling in paraphrase of this tear-jerking, yet emotionally effective, old chestnut of a story, this one from the newspaper in Orange, Texas. The author is not credited, but this furnishes additional evidence that the story is far from forgotten.