Poppy rage season is over

Rage is all the rage.

Rage at the war on Easter Eggs.

The war of Christmas.

The war on poppies.

That for some reasong, the global wokerati don't want you to do something or the other.

The annual Rememberance Day has in my lifetime morphed into something so much more encompassing. Even in something like football, where teams wear special shirts with a poppy logo, members of the Armed Forces walk the teams out, the minute silence and the demanding of the wearng of a poppy.

People join the Armed Forces for many reasons, I did get broaden my horizons and to serve my country. In UK terms, I am a Republican, in that I want to scrap the Ryal Family, so I don't say I served the Queen. I served my country. But that's me.

I koined up to defend our values, to defend freedom of speech and the freedm of choice. If people do not want to wear a poppy, stand in silence at 11 on the 11th, then that is fine. I joined up to defend their freedom of choice.

There should be no shaming of those who do not want to wear a poppy, in the same way there is no war on poppies.

I remember the fallen, that my Grandfather nearly didn't make it back from Dunkirk, or survive D-Day or Operation Market Garden. So if he hadn't survivrd, I wouldn't be here. He saw and did things he never spoke about, maybe only a few things to me.

Does the nation owe those who served, died or suffered a debt, of gratitude? Yes. Yes it does. But that doesn't mean we all have to pay it.

Just my thoughts on the matter.

Seeing my colleagues marchhing down Whitehall did give me imense pride, pride for those who march and for my small part in it.