Tomorrow, at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, we bow our heads in homage to those who have died for our freedom. Over 1.2 million people from the UK gave their lives in two world wars, and young lives are still being lost today. Of course to most of us, these losses are horrifying statistics, but imagine the millions of people who grieved the loss of these lives, people who spent the war years in terror waiting for a dreaded telegram, children who cried at night for the daddies they would never see again, wives and husbands who wept silently in their lonely beds, mothers and fathers who became stooped and old before their time, spending the rest of their lives wondering what their handsome young son would be doing now - if only he had lived.
So I am wearing my poppy with pride and gratitude to those who made the ultimate sacrifice for us to enjoy freedom today
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them