Both of my grandfathers survived the trenches of the first World War. One reasonably well, one not so well, but they reached the 1960s so I met them both even though one was a very brief meeting. Many of my age cannot say that.
In respect to those grandparents and potential grandparents who did not come home, this blog and the associated Twitter and Farcebok accounts will be silent today.
This day is not and has never been a glorification of war as the Lefties now try to pretend. It is a day to remember the hell of war and the horror of death on an industrial scale.
Wear your poppy with pride. It is not ‘far-right’, it is something that flies in the face of Stalin and Hitler and Pol Pot and Che Guevara and the other socialist ‘cleansers’. It is the remembrance that scares those who want to do it all over again. It is the memory they want you to forget.
If you forget, as they want you to, they will do it again.