Ninety-two years ago, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the guns fell silent as the armistice took effect. The "War to End All Wars" was essentially over. Every November 11th since then we have set aside this day to honor those who have served our country. The holiday was first called Armistice Day. It was changed to Veterans Day in 1954. Set aside a moment or two to honor those who have served our country. I know that I am. I'm also setting aside a special moment to honor two veterans from the neighborhood that I grew up in, two Doughboys, Mr D and his brother Tom. There are very few people in the neighborhood now that would remember Mr D. Nobody would remember Tom. Mr D came back from the war suffering from shell shock. Short in stature, he would walk though the neighborhood with short, purposeful steps. A kinder, gentler man you would never meet. His brother Tom never made it back. I will pay homage. I know that we have Memorial Day to honor those who have died while in service to our country, but I believe that because they fought "The War to End All Wars", they and their comrades should be remembered on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.