Each year I wear a poppy and usually attend the little ceremony at the war memorial in our village. Always thoughtful and respectful of those who gave their lives and those they left in grief. But this year I have been slightly side blinded by how emotional I feel about it. I think it’s perhaps because of the centenary of the end of WW1 and all the extra commemorations and in particular the community projects such as the knitted poppies, blooming everywhere. It just seems to have hit home a lot harder this year, what was lost. How many lives were changed. And just the absolute horror and waste of it.
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