November 11th is not a celebration of war.
It is a solemn reminder of the devastation that can occur when apathy and ignorance allows oppression to spread like a disease.
It is a reminder that all these things we take for granted, our freedoms, our comfort, can be snatched away in a moment.
Now with two generations of whom most of us have never known the fear or the loss of loved ones through war, it is more important that ever that our young be educated, and that those of my own generation educate ourselves. By forgetting our past, we are destined to repeat it.
I choose to acknowledge that we cannot fully appreciate peace without recognizing the atrocities of war.
I wear the red poppy out of respect and to educate. I wear it for my grandmother who lost not one but essentially two brothers in battle - one never returned, one returned, never the same. I will wear it ever November 11th so long as our battles are fought in defense, never in offence. In the name of freedom, not in gain.