Today

Grandad K. fought in Europe (Italy, mostly). Grandad B. wasn’t posted overseas, he was building airfields and fuel storage depots for home defense in NZ. RIP both of you, and all the others. Never forget, never again.
It is both sad and heartening that with each passing year it becomes more difficult to buy a poppy. Sad because it means there are fewer veterans to buy from, heartening for the same reason. There hasn’t been a generational war in more than 50 years here. Unfortunately, with the war in Afghanistan, the poppy is more symbolic than ever, and we have more soldiers to mourn.  Now I have to go watch the All Blacks vs. Les Bleus. Both teams will have poppies embroidered on their jerseys.

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