It reminds me of the rememberence day service that was on TV. Lots of uniformed men and women would stand still in a very large auditorium, someone would read the bit about "the going down of the sun" and "not growing old" and then there was silence. Thousands of poppy petals would be released and float down like red snow, landing on the soldiers and nurses and sailors, who were just standing. Even as a small child, the tears would pour down my face and I didn't know why. I do now and although I love poppies, they always make me sad.

Patrish