I've had a flyer through from the RBL in preparation for Remembrance Day - they've included a cardboard poppy, which they want people to write a message on and return with a donation (they suggest £15). The money obviously goes to their support work for veterans, and the poppies will be "planted" near the Menin Gate memorial in Ypres. The suggestion is to creat a 'Flanders Field" of poppies to remember the fallen soldiers.
Now, I have no problem with any of this - I've filled in my poppy and I shall be sending it back with my donation. I think the visual message of remembrance the poppies will provide at the Menin Gate will be a very powerful and moving one, and the RBL is a very worthy cause. This is NOT an attempt to bash their motives at all.
It's just...with all the other bits in the pack, they've included the full poem "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae. You know it, but just in case, here it is:
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
AIBU in thinking they have rather misunderstood the meaning of this poem? If you read the final stanza, it's actually about the glorification of war, and the message from the dead to the living that they have to carry on the fight with the "foe" and that the dead won't forgive them if they don't. It's not really about remembrance, except to say that the way to remember the dead is to carry on the war. I can see that they've just gone for the obvious link to the poppies, and obviously this poem is one of the inspirations for the poppy as a symbol of remembrance, but it's surely really a propaganda, pro-war poem at heart?
Sorry for the ramble, it's late...