The Red Poppy of Remembrance

The Red Poppy of Remembrance:

When I see the sea of Red Poppies that appeared everywhere in the UK in 2018 and the cascade of media publicity that goes with it I do not get an instant surge of patriotic sentimentalism – and the urge to celebrate in prayer and thanksgiving for what is described by our political and religious leaders as the war that ended all wars.

For me the only thing I see are RIVERS OF BLOOD – the blood of young men ( and women too ) that were mostly tricked or blackmailed into going off to war to supposedly fight for their country.

The carnage, the destruction, the broken bodies of young men with their lives still before them blown into bloody pieces in a war that involved the deaths of 50 million people. A war about nothing much at all , that was no different at the end of it and didn’t stop a repeat performance 18 years later

And there was then and there still is - nothing at all to celebrate. And nothing much to remember except for the sheer stupidity of it all.