@fearfuloffluff I always make a point of looking at the fallen of the 2 WWs on war memorials. Never get on with the idea of the 'glorious dead'. Those who die are a mixture, just like the living and I am sure some chose it and plenty didn't want to be there but had to be anyway for whatever reason. It still saddens me any of them had their lives cut short.
Just thinking about that bit in the Vera Brittain film where she buys a newspaper - page after page after page of names of those who were never coming back, sons, brothers, cousins, nephews, dads. What a heartbreaking scene - she turns the pages like she can't believe her eyes.
Funnily enough, the place I work was where Vera Brittain was once a nurse for a time.
Our town (UK) had a hospital where lots of Canandian service men went for treatment during/after WW2. Sadly there is a line of graves for those who never recovered to make it home. I always stand and pay tribute to their service, and feel sorry they died so far away from their families.
I suppose what I'm saying is that tribute doesn't need to be something public and out loud or visible. Often it just means standing by someone's resting place and feeling sad and grateful that they were fighting for something important (WW2), maybe they never even knew that the allies won the war.
Its something you feel in your heart. Poppies are just a symbol of our collective remembrance, even if the colours can be interpreted divisively - and unnecessarily.
Many civilians and soldiers and all the others (resistance workers in France and elsewhere), including those who perished so sadly in the Holocaust never got to know that in the end the Nazis fell and Europe was free (at least for a time - right wing on the rise again now) of their hideous ideology.
I think about all those people, and those living friends and relatives who missed them. So sad to read that Vera Brittain's dad was so grief stricken over the loss of his son that he drowned himself. Yet another victim of war - 20 years after it ended. He was just one, out of a whole generation of families whose lives were shattered. And all those women who never got married, or had children of their own - because there were so few men left.
A white poppy has nothing to do with me - I have never lost anyone through war, and fortunately never had to be in one - and everything to do with all of the above, who did have to live through that.
Same today, those lives lost and damaged in Ukraine, families fractured - and in Israel and Gaza. They will be in my heart and mind too, come the 11th.
I work in a public building, and we stop work and switch all the lights down for the 2 minutes. The last post is played live following the silence.
Every year I find it incredibly moving, to the point of tears.
To me, poppies or no poppies, or sky blue pink poppies with a yellow border, that's the heart of it what's important - and hoping and working for a world where there is less armed conflict, and less people perishing because of it.