I keep forgetting it’s Remembrance Sunday. Historically I’ve had mixed feelings about the day: I used to avoid the red poppies because I felt uncomfortably as if they were supporting the war machine; but nowadays I don’t feel that so much. Usually I try to wear a red one and a white one; except that I missed the white ones this year, so I’ve only got a red one. But every time I buy one I think it’s outrageous that people have to stand on street corners selling poppies to fund the support that ex-servicemen and -women need. Just imagine if the government had to have a raffle to buy drones so we could launch an air-strike! Yes, I know – defence of the realm is one of the primary functions of any government, but how many of the wars fought since 1945 have really been about defence?
It’s a big ask – but it shouldn’t be.
Argh! I’ve gone and used the phrase ‘a big ask’! It’s a tall order; a huge challenge; a terrific demand…. there you go.