I was really surprised to notice this lunchtime (I popped out for a sudden, unexplained bout of Christmas shopping – no idea what brought it on but hey, I’m two people done!) that there are an awful lot of people on the streets not wearing a poppy.
I don’t know if its that I now work in a different place – in my experience the ladies and gentlemen of the City wear poppies, in fact not wearing a poppy is a matter of comment – or that somehow people have got out of the habit of wearing them?
Is it that people disagree with war?
With a particular war?
Or that they think they symbolise long done wars that don’t have any relevance for our generation?
I may not support war, but I wear my poppy with pride.
I wear it out of respect to those who fought, were wounded, who died in the two World Wars, including my husband’s biological Grandad who died at the start of the liberation of Europe. For those who have fought in conflicts since then.
I wear it out of respect for those servicemen and women who are currently serving in our armed forces, those who have been injured, who have died serving our country.
I wear it in remembrance of the cost paid by their families.
I wear it hoping that my children, my husband, my brother won’t have to experience a war and with thanks that the effort others have made hopefully means that they won’t have to.
So why aren’t you wearing a poppy?