
San Jose had a big parade yesterday to honor all military veterans. Alice waved at a fellow pilot, Elsie, who was playing drums for the Los Gatos and Monte Sereno Pipe Band. Can't have a military parade without bagpipes and drums.

Alice only saw one dog marching. Here it is complete with a military jacket!

The train float remembering the "
40 and 8" train carriages of WWI reminded Alice of her friend Ralph Smith who was placed into one of them most recently configured for 8 horses (instead of for 40 patients) after he was blown into a shell hole during WWI. Alice can still hear him describing that day and showing her the visible wounds on one of his hands.

Ralph always drank a glass of port every November 11th. Every Armistice Day. Remembering all those who died. A toast of port to Ralph and all the others.
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