When I was child in the 1930s, Armistice Day was widely celebrated and this poem recited.
Virtually every able bodied man of age was a WWI veteran.
My three eldest uncles served in France in WW1, two wounded, one gassed, but all came home to live to be 105,101 and 100 years old. Seven of my older cousins served in WWII, five came home, three with Purple Hearts, one survived a few years before dying of service related injury.
The only son of the 105 WWI vet, a two time Oklahoma state wrestling champion with scholarship to University of Oklahoma, enlisted in Marines on Dec 8, 1941, ironically survived the South Pacific Islands tour on the ground with many honors.