11/11/2025
We have a responsibility, duty and obligation to remember our past, serve those that came before us and honour their sacrifice and bravery of those who never came home.
We take a day, one day out of our lives to remember those that never came home, those that paid for everything we have in blood, and that little red poppy we wear as a reminder of everything they have done for us.
That poppy we wear is not just about honouring them, it is about remembering the horrors and nightmares they lived, and that the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month marks the final tick of a clock on the Great War, a war that was supposed to end all wars. Here we are a 100 years later not just honouring these souls, but the souls from another Great War, and several other conflicts that we, as a nation, as a people have had to endure.
We have been fortunate to never know these horrors, the nightmares of not just hearing the stories but of seeing our friends turned to mist, of trying to pull a survivor from an oil soaked ocean only to have their skin peel off and watch them fall back into the water, to say good by to a brother, sister, father or husband and never know what happened to them.
Be thankful for those that have had those memories, for those who come back and are never the same, we as those left behind must never, ever forgot why we wear that poppy.
One simple symbol, carries the blood, memories and hope of all those who have fought, served and never came home.
The least we can do, is wear that little red flower, hold our heads down for a moment in silent prayer and remember, remember that this isn't about anything else, but remembering those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and cannot be here with us.