Yeah, it's a day off work. But it's also something far more important. It is a day to remember those who gave their time, talents and--sometimes their lives--in defense of the world we currently inhabit.
Specifically, in memory of my Great Uncle Charlie. RAF gunner. Shot down over Germany in 1943. Tortured and presumed dead. The notice of which from the King of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland I have in my posession. The notice of which brought my great-grandmother to her knees and a loss from which she never recovered.
We are all standing on the shoulders of giants. Today is the day when we acknowledge that fact.