I choose to wear a red poppy. Some wear a white one, others choose to wear nothing. I have no argument with any of those people.
I save my anger for those that think it is acceptable to send teenagers to die.
I direct my anger at those that demand war, then ask why our soldiers are dying.
I remember all those that die in war, but most of all, I hope that one day society will accept that war is as unacceptable as slavery and child labour.