AKA Remembrance Day, Vetrans Day, Armistice Day, Poppy Day …
Is not observed in the Republic. (For various reasons that I won't go into, but you can read a bit about it here.)
Which is a bit weird since I grew up with the holiday in Canada. Not that I particularly miss freezing various bits of my anatomy marching to the memorial in a cubscout uniform completely unsuited to a Canadian November. But it was a part of my heritage and I find myself thinking about the day everytime it rolls around.
Still, thanks to satellite TV I'm getting a fair bit of exposure to the British ceremonies. All the documentary channels have raided their archives for anything war related. One program I did see was a CBC production called First & Last, about the first and last Allied soldiers to die in World War I.
I was particularly interested in George Lawrence Price, the last. He lived in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, – near to where I grew up – and was conscripted there. In what must be a supremem bit of irony, he was shot only two minutes before the War officially ended.