Veterans Day

Armistice Day

Armistice Day is commemorated every year on November 11 to mark the armistice signed between the Allies of World War I and Germany at Compiègne, France, for the cessation of hostilities on the Western Front of World War I, which took effect at eleven o'clock in the morning — the “eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month” of 1918. The date was declared a national holiday in many allied nations, and coincides with Remembrance Day and Veterans Day.


It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.

It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.

It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.

It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.

- Charles M. Province

Happy Veterans Day to our real-life superheroes! Today we give thanks to all who put the freedoms and safety, we all take for granted, before their own. We give thanks to those who’s selfless nature and sacrifices too often go unnoticed. So reach out to those veterans in your life give them a big ol’ hug and thank them. To all the veterans out there, THANK YOU!! Today you will be noticed. 🇺🇸

This November 11...

Shoutout to the a-spec soldiers.

Shoutout to the gay soldiers.

Shoutout to the lesbian soldiers.

Shoutout to the trans soldiers.

Shoutout to bi soldiers.

Shoutout to nonbinary soldiers.

And to the pansexual soldiers.

Shoutout to any and all LGBTQ+ troops.


Kept My Promise || L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

Request: no 

Occasion: Veterans Day

Written with complete respect to those who have served. 

I M A G I N E 

“Make way, everyone, please!” An airport official requested, having the large crowd comply as fences were being put up. The fences created a large pathway from a specific airline gate to the airport facility. A large crowd, probably worth thousands of people, were anxiously awaiting their loved ones to come through the terminal alive and well. 

“Y/N, relax, please,” your trusted friend pleaded, having your nerves boost up even more than where it was on your anxiety scale. Your heart was pounding quickly and strongly, so much so that you thought it was gonna run out of your chest. Goosebumps trickled down your arms as your mind tortured you with too many rapid thoughts. 

“He’s almost here,” you whispered to her, your eyes set upon the unopened gate. 2 guards were waiting, holding onto the handle of the doors as they awaited a queue. “I can feel it.” You were standing straight, with a pair of black leggings and brown boots. Although cold, you stayed true to the autumn weather as it reigned November. There you were, your entire torso draped in one of Luke’s shirt. You complete mess, it said, having you giggle from recalling how fond he was of this shirt. But ever since he left for the life of ash and warfare, it’s lost his scent. Luke’s scent. 

Anxiously rubbing your wedding band, you let out a shaky sigh. Your eyelids flutter shut, giving you a moment to regain calmness. Luke’s laughter rings in your head, having you imagine the day he wiped frosting from your wedding cake on his nose. Those pearly whites shined the brightest that day, as they never disappeared from his constant smiling. It was heartwarming to recall such a beautiful day with the man you love so much and badly. 

“They’re coming!” A woman, likely a wife, screeched. Her son looked at the terminal with awe and excitement in his green eyes. Peeling your eyes open, your eyes dart towards the doors that were now being opened. An official was shouting “plane is taxi’d in!” repeatedly as families, friends, and loved ones anxiously awaited those who have served for the country. Taking a deep breath in, you allow it to linger for a few seconds until breathing out heavily, getting rid of all those nerves in your stomach. 

Those nerves, though, appeared to have gone to Luke as he anxiously gripped onto his black duffel bag. He was walking with his fellow veterans, all of them sharing the same feeling of content and fear as they walked down the aisle. Many began to chant the anthem whereas others were complete mute from tension. Luke weaved his free hand into his blonde locks, slightly removing his military cap slightly. 

“Hemmings!” A hoarse voice called out to Luke. Turning, Luke was introduced to the sight of his Commander, the man who he’s looked up to and received training/direction from for the years he’s been serving. “Are ya nervous, my boy?” 

“A bit,” Luke understated, receiving a giggle from his Commander as the two walked down the seemingly everlasting aisle. “Who’s come to see you, sir? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My wife and boy,” the Commander spoke fondly, smiling underneath his large, white beard. “The boy is only 8 years old, but his green eyes look of an old man. How about you, son?”

“My wife,” Luke blurted, pure happiness and glee when he said your name. “Still no kid yet, so she means everything to me.” The Commander found himself putting his arm over Luke’s shoulder and giving him a tight squeeze. 

“You’re still young, after all, it’s understandable,” the Commander commented upon the two of you still having no children. His arm then draped back to the side to keep from ruining their uniforms. “I’ll give you a call after we’re all situation back into our lives to have dinner. I’d love to meet that wife of yours.” 

“Likewise, sir,” Luke agreed, nodding as they both turned to face forward to see that they’ve made it to the end of the aisle. Luke’s stomach flutters with butterflies as he is revealed to thousands of people awaiting him and his fellow fighters. His ocean blue eyes scan the crowd, desperate to see that gorgeous face of yours. Walking down the path created by the fences, Luke resumes to rapidly look at the multiple faces looking for their loved one. But, with one turn, Luke finally goes easy once he saw the face he was looking for. 


You were stood just a few feet away, with one arm down to your side. The other arm, though, was held up and bent at the elbow. Your hand was straight and held right above your forehead as you stared at your husband in the eye. Both of your breath’s hitched as Luke came closer. With every step, your eyes got more glossed with tears. Luke’s heart rushed at you saluting as he dropped his duffel bag and instantly took you into his arms. 

“Hi,” Luke said, his voice cracked and broken from being overwhelmed with emotion. His strong arms held you as if they’ve never held you before. Your hands dig into the back of his uniform, completely disregarding the wrinkles you were bound to create. Tears were staining the front, with one rolling down one of his metals. 

“H-i,” you hiccuped, unable to speak from emotion. You listen as Luke began to cry loudly behind you. Everyday, your happiness and satisfaction was what he aimed for. He got strong for you. He fought for you. He did everything in his being to get back to you. It was his motive to keep from failing. Backing away, Luke removed his white gloves and held your face. He melted at the softness of your cheeks as he rubbed them with his thumbs. 

“Look at you,” Luke whispered with an ecstatic smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips suddenly latched themselves on yours, feeling your timidness wash away from now feeling complete. He kissed you rough, as though he was attempting to absorb every taste on your lips. Coffee, bagel, creme cheese, and you. His desperation was high as his tongue pierced through your lips and immediately won dominance. 

“H-hey,” you began, detaching from Luke’s lips reluctantly. Looking up, you see a much taller, masculine, and stronger Luke Hemmings. His chiseled jawline was clean from a beard as his hair was done and ornate with a cap. Those blue eyes, as blue as a summer day, were lit up and fixed on you like you were the greatest thing he’s ever seen. “You kept the promise…” 

“I kept my promise, baby, I did,” Luke cried quietly. His hands took his hands into yours, feeling the shakiness and warmth of the man you adore. You felt callouses and cuts from previous wounds of the battlefield. But still, there was a tingling to his touch that you’ve longed. 

“You lived for me,” you say quietly, pushing yourself onto him as he holds you once more. You feel his large hands begin to rub your back loving as you take in his scent. The amazing smell of Luke shocked you, giving you surprise as to how much you can melt from someone’s scent. Holding you tighter, Luke dropped his head and gave you a warm kiss on the top of your head. 

“I wanted to live for you,” Luke said as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “And I did.” 

I would like to say thank you to everyone who has served for America and kept our country safe for many years. If you have been in duty and/or have a family member who is serving/already retired, I send them my thank you. Bless xx

NASA and Veterans

November 11 each year is a day we honor those who have served in our nation’s armed forces. 

Discover how we have close ties to the military, even to this day, and see who has traded in their camouflage uniform for an astronaut flight suit.

There have been veterans working for us since the beginning, even when it was still called the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics (NACA). 

Additionally, there are several active duty military members working at NASA facilities through special government programs.

Today, there are more than 1500 veterans currently employed with us. Their experiences in the military make their expertise invaluable around the agency. We value the unique leadership style they bring to the work place.  Above and below are some astronaut veterans.

A Partnership for the Space Age

Since the early days of NASA, we’ve partnered with all branches of the military. We still work closely with the military today and rely on the expertise of our service members to support our missions both while in active duty and in the civilian workforce. Here are some examples of this close partnership:

The Marines helped with recovery efforts of Astronaut Alan Shepard at the end of his sub-orbital flight on May 5, 1961…a task performed across several of our missions.

Today, the Navy helps us recover spacecraft, just like the Orion space capsule…which will one day carry astronauts into deep space and eventually on our journey to Mars. 

…and the Air Force has traditionally and continues to help us transport sensitive and critical space hardware around the globe. 

The Coast Guard has even helped us access remote locations to collect oceanographic data as part of our efforts to study and learn more about the Earth. 

We’ve partnered with the Army to use their unique capabilities at the Yuma Proving Ground to test the entry, descent and landing of our spacecraft systems.

To all the Veteran’s out there, we thank you for your service to America and your continued support of America’s space program.

Happy Veteran’s Day!

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I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.

So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.

What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.

And all music is.

~ Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Happy Veteran’s Day everyone! Even if you have no opportunity to do anything to thank a veteran, at least take a moment to think about it and at least say a mental “thank you” I know not every veteran is a saint and you may not agree with the reasons they were sent to serve, but it’s important to separate that from respecting them for choosing to serve and take on an unenviable job.

I’d imagine some things are different in Equestria than here, but the principle is the same. In a perfect world, there would be no war and I would think there would be fewer conflicts in the pony world. But as the Yaks proved, not all others share the ponies’ peaceful mindset. Combined with all the raging monsters roaming around, even Equestria would need a standing military. Though Celestia tries to prevent war, sometimes she must make the horrible choice to send some to fight and protect the rest of the nation’s citizens. The lives of a few given to save the lives of the many.

That doesn’t stop ponies from hating her for it, though. They may not know all the factors in the decision to fight, but they do know the pain of losing someone they love. So they blame Celestia for it. Celestia takes the abuse on the chin and, in private, probably gives herself some mental abuse with the endless What-ifs, if-onlys and just general regrets for the times she wish there had just been a better solution.

As for the holiday itself, Canterlot, being the capitol, would host the largest parade with the veterans parading up the streets to the gates of Canterlot Castle. There, they are greeted by Princess Celestia who says a few words of deep gratitude before removing her crown, setting it at their hooves and bowing before those she asked to endanger themselves in her service.

The other princesses would host other parades elsewhere, but it’s important that Celestia be the one to host the largest parade. She’s the one who’s governed the longest and through the most conflicts.