I see the first few posts are appearing, as they do every year, saying that the wearing of poppies is the glorification of war. I don’t know whether this is from ignorance, or just plain malevolence and trouble stirring. There is no once for all solution to this problem, but for me John McRae’s poem gives you are far better idea of what it is all about. Some years ago we visited the dressing station where he worked in WW1 and also his grave, so he remains there with his friends and the poppies.
