It was originally known as Armistice Day, a day to commemorate the end of the disaster known as World War 1, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918. Sometime later, in the United States it was changed to Veterans Day, a day to honor all veterans. Those of us alive today are aware of the general events that occurred during World War 2, and the heroics of the greatest generation. But a generation prior, the world endured a four year global catastrophe known in Europe as The Great War. When the US could no longer ignore the fight raging on the continent, a generation of young men answered the call of duty and formed the AEF, the American Expeditionary Force. My grandfather was one of them, serving in a repair battalion stationed in England. While there, his job as a metal worker was repairing damaged aircraft. This painting is a tribute to him, a fictionalized depiction of a pilot receiving last minute instructions before heading out on patrol, in a fighter that perhaps had been repaired by the boys in the 824th repair squadron.
Watercolor on Strathmore paper.