When I was going to school every day we would look at a picture of a lady you all know and sing "God Save The Queen". On November 11 each year they would tell us how most of the members of the Royal Newfoundland Regiment were sacrificed for the greater good. How they sprang up out of trenches and were cut down by machine guns for temporary control of a few hundred yards of land. They read the poem about the mustard gas. And the one about the poppy's, row on row. Then we had a minute of silence at 11:11 AM. that minute felt like a very cold and lonely hour.

Even after being in the US for 12 years, I still have poppies and I still where one once in a while.