Attend an earlier church service.

Forget about the football game.

Set your rake aside.

This Sunday the eleventh day of November, at the eleventh hour find your way to Mount Hope Cemetery.

Youll see flags. Hundreds of them. Youll see men and women in uniform.

And youll see, under a sea of red, white and blue, the graves of those who once stood shoulder to shoulder with their countrymen to fight for what weve all always believed is true and good and right.

Certainly, it is easy to recognize that Sunday, Nov. 11, is the two-month annnniversary of the Sept. 11 attacks on New York and Washington, D.C.

But the day has a deeper signfigance: the end of the war to end all wars.

It was on the eleventh day of the eleventh month at the eleventh hour that the armistice the truce brought what was called the Great War to a close in 1918.

Today, we know the optimism of an earlier age was not to be rewarded. The war to end all wars today populates our history books under the grimly sequence-starting name World War I.

Just as the name of the war has changed as history unfolded, so too has the holiday evolved from Armistice Day to what we now call Veterans Day.

What will we call it 100 years from now? What will we call the struggle we now call the war on terror?

The sacrifice made early in the last century protected the security we, too, now struggle to protect.

Take a moment Sunday to settle your thoughts and fears and focus your resolve with your fellow Americans.