This used to be a common sight during the first week of November. They slowly disappeared as the aging vets become too old to man the table. I was very surprised to encounter this one at the mall.
For the Fallen...They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them...
Laurence Binyon, 1914