I am writing this entry on a train back from london on rememberance sunday, a day that I knew would be emotionally stirring but one that has surprised even me.
My poppy has been a constant part of my dress for the previous few weeks, as it is every october/November. I’m proud to wear it, but that feeling of pride was nothing compared to the pride I experienced today in Westminster. To be amongst the crowds at the cenotaph as Big Ben rang out at 11am is something I will forever treasure – a moment made all the more meaningful by the addition of my grandfather’s Dunkirk medal on my chest.
The image of the poppy has become synonymous with rememberance of veterans past and present but something that strikes me is that the product we see today has remained virtually unaltered since its introduction. It transcends the need for development and as a product is timeless. Much like the soldiers we have lost. As the poem says “age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn” It is the ultimate symbol of those who paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.