Yesterday, the small town in North Carolina where I live honored our veterans with a parade. (It was on Saturday, because the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month was on a Sunday this year, and no one is going to interrupt church services, even for this.) This year, it was extra special, since Daughter, a company commander in her Army JROTC brigade, marched the state flag. This was her first parade in JROTC.
I was pleasantly surprised that along the entire parade route, roughly a mile long, there were very few gaps along the route. The area really turned out to support our veterans. I was really pleased with the applause given those who had served.
You have to love living in a place where the people understand what their military has bought them at so high a cost.