Today is Rememberance Day, a day to wear your poppy with pride and remember the old soldiers who fought and died for this country (and to remember how your Granma managed to sleep with most of the 81st US Airborne whilst Grandad was mixing it with Italians women who hadn't shaved due to metal rationing).
Anyway, yesterday I was out and about and bought my poppy. Now the poppy is a little plastic flower, red petals and black centre and not hint of opium, that represents the poppies that grow on Flanders fields where some ingenious British Officiers were still delibrating that age-old tactic of how many men can survive running towards a machinegun. Red poppy proudly adorned I was stopped by a guy selling white poppies. Basically, the white poppy represented pacifist recognition of disputes, i.e. we are supporting the troops, but not the reason why they are there, oh yes, not too keen on colaterial damage either.
WTF - what nonsense is that? Its as disturbing as a vegatarian claiming they like the taste and texture of meat. White Poppies - my arse.