Good question. The last surviving veteran of WWI died in 2011. Her name was Florence Green, and she was a waitress. She died at 110. So technically, no one who was actually there is left to remind us. Yet we still carry on.
We do it because we’re messy, sentimental creatures. We need a day to say, “Hey, wars are stupid, but the people who fought them weren’t.” We honor the bone-headed bravery of 18-year-olds who lied about their age to sign up. We honor the nurses who saw things no one should see. We even honor the horses. Especially the horses.
Also? It’s a permission slip. Society gives you a free pass to be sad and grateful at the same time. No one judges you if you tear up over a poem about a poppy. That’s the deal. You get to be human for two whole minutes.
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Now, people get prickly. “But what about other wars? What about peace?” Sure. Fair point. Remembrance Day isn’t a monument to war—it’s a monument to people. It’s expanded to cover every conflict since: WWII, Korea, Afghanistan, even the lonely peacekeepers.
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So when you pin that plastic poppy on your coat (and inevitably lose it by lunch), you’re joining a club that’s 100 years old. You’re saying, “I didn’t know you, but I see you.” It’s a bit like waving at a stranger in a crowd. Small gesture. Massive meaning.
And yes, sometimes the poppy gets controversial. Should it be more inclusive? Less political? To that I say: let’s not overthink it. The poppy is a dad joke of a symbol—slightly cheesy, impossible to escape, but oddly comforting. Wear it. Don’t wear it. Just don’t be a jerk about it.
