I wear my poppy proudly, though it does not seem to hold the same meaning for Americans as it did for me growing up.
I remember the assemblies in school where we would stop & have a minute of silence at 11 a.m. on the 11th day of the 11th month in remembrance of those who had given their lives that we might live in freedom.
Thank you to all of them & to you for remembering & reminding us.
