The eleventh…

Mr Xerxes, my grandfather, fought on the Western Front in the First World War. In the late 1950s and the 1960s he would occasionally remind us all that the Armistice had taken effect on “the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.” I imagine he had been saying this for many years.
Where he was at the time of the Armistice, and what he had been doing in the time that led up to the Armistice, I don’t know. He rarely talked about the War itself.

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