Poppy wearing and future generations

 

He couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old. He was delighted and delightful. He stood in front of my desk both excited and enthralled. “You’re wearing a poppy,” he said. “Why, yes, I am,” I answered him. And I was touched and thoroughly pleased that he was pleased.

I wonder if the coming generations will give much thought to Remembrance Day. I wonder if they will forget. But today I met a young boy that gave me a bit of hope. I wear the poppy to remember them. I hope one day he will too.

Lest we forget!