The U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs website shares a great explanation of the history of Veterans Day on their website:

“World War I – known at the time as “The Great War” – officially ended when the Treaty of Versailles was signed on June 28, 1919, in the Palace of Versailles outside the town of Versailles, France. However, fighting ceased seven months earlier when an armistice, or temporary cessation of hostilities, between the Allied nations and Germany went into effect on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. For that reason, November 11, 1918, is generally regarded as the end of ‘the war to end all wars.’

“Veterans Day continues to be observed on November 11, regardless of what day of the week on which it falls. The restoration of the observance of Veterans Day to November 11 not only preserves the historical significance of the date, but helps focus attention on the important purpose of Veterans Day: A celebration to honor America’s veterans for their patriotism, love of country, and willingness to serve and sacrifice for the common good.”

The Oxford Dictionary defines this day as, “ A public holiday held on the anniversary of the end of World War I (November 11) to honor US veterans and victims of all wars. It replaced Armistice Day in 1954.”

The National Veterans Day Ceremony is held at Arlington National Cemetery, where a wreath is laid at the Tomb of the Unknowns and a parade of colors takes place.

Poppies are a symbol of remembrance for the soldiers who lost their lives in World War I.

These are all common facts you can find online.

Now, to continue to honor the men and women who have served our country, it’s critical that their lives and their stories be remembered.

On this Veteran’s Day, I share part of my father’s story, in hope that he will be remembered:

My father, later known as PFC Guillermo A. Santiago, came to the United States from Puerto Rico as a veritable orphan in his late teens. He joined the United States Army in 1940, where he served for almost five years.

A part of the 10th Mountain Division, he fought in World War II, traveling through Europe and Africa, often on the front line. He always cherished his time in the military, so much so that when he passed away at the age of 85, he was laid to rest at Florida National Cemetery in Bushnell. His headstone says it best: “He Loved God and Country”.

The photo shown here was taken when he was 19 (left), with his brother, Anibal (my Uncle Andy), out west, when they were both a part of the Civilian Conservation Corps prior to the start of the war. What’s interesting is that, they were separated years earlier after their father died, and they had not seen each other in years, had not made prior contact, and happened to be on the same base. This photo represents their reunion, and is the earliest photo I have of my father, which is quite appropriate.

I ask you to remember him, and all Veterans, on this beautiful November day. The sacrifices made by our military cannot be measured, but should be cherished. Happy Veterans Day to all the men and women who have served and continue to serve our country. God bless you, and may God bless America, always.