Opinion: This may be a ramble. I hope it is not.
Born in 1952 this blogger remembers a time when families wore poppies with pride as the horrors of WWII were still so fresh in the minds of adults and teenagers.
It was before the birth of the teenager though.
We lived in a rented property; a two up two down with no bathroom and an outside loo. But it was home and our parents did the best they could with what life had thrown at them much like other ordinary people.
We played on the two large bomb sites down our street.
For kids they were great places to build bonfires each November 5. We never thought about what they really were.
Many of our parents would have known those who died when Hitler's Luftwaffe blitzed the city of Hull.
One lady, a distant relative who we called aunt as children, lost her father. When air raid wardens found her she was under a table cradling her dead father in her arms; he had been decapitated.
The horrors of war were everywhere.
My Dad was demobbed in 1947 I believe.
After serving too many years "out East" he was damaged goods.
In 1941 his father, a merchant navy man, died when a U Boat sunk his vessel off the coast of Egypt.
These days Dad may have received help for PTSD; back then PTSD was unrecognised. But many military personnel are still being let down by the system.
Ultimately Dad did not make old bones dying in 1969 aged 55.
He was a lovely man and good father. He retained his strong Christian beliefs throughout his life. That must have been hard during active service. It may had added to his mental struggles.
When he tried to commit suicide a "christian" relative would not visit him as he was too ashamed of what he had done.
Suffice to say religious faith is not for me.
But you cannot be raised in such a Christian home without retaining strong ideals and compassion.
Dad died on November 11.
It means each remembrance or poppy day in the UK my thoughts are with my father.
As kids Dad would take my brother and I to the city's cenotaph to lay our poppies. We would watch the war veterans parade.
Dad did not take part in parades and I have no idea why. He never claimed his military medals either.
He was conscripted and gave more than seven years of his life to the military but simply wanted to forget it; sadly he never could.
But like so many ordinary people he gave so much. Perhaps too much.
Last week hubby and I were stopped in the city centre by a BBC radio journalist asking about poppies.
On the hoof we answered as best we could.
One thing she wanted to know was if wearing a poppy should be for wars since WWII and we said yes.
Wearing the poppy should not be compulsory. People who do not should not be criticised. In my opinion the same goes for taking part in a minute's silence.
War is horrific.
Remembrance day is about remembering that and acknowledging those who gave so much.
For me that includes those who served and those who lived through wars and those still doing so.
My Mum was a bus conductress in WWII and a firewatcher by night. Her sister was "drafted" to a munitions factory in Leeds. A shy young woman it broke her heart being away from home.
If you wear a poppy think about all the others who gave so much. Those who lost so many years of their lives. Whose lives were never the same again. Those who were left physically and or mentally ill.
Those heroes who returned home to live in sub-standard housing getting by as best they could.
And finally those who gave their lives, and their loved ones.
Some years ago a colleague's father was acting up in hospital each time he was being treated by a foreign doctor. Her Dad had dementia and he had been held in a Japanese prisoner of war camp in WWII where his hand had been removed with a sword. Little wonder the sight of the doctor took his old brain back to those horrific days.
To close I have chosen the two images above intentionally.
My Dad rarely talked of his war years but he held his foreign allies in high regard.
Too many people conveniently forget those that served who were from other faiths and other countries.
The image of Jeremy Corbyn from last year's remembrance day ceremony was not shared widely.
The mainstream media opted to report he did not bow his head deep enough and launched a series of attacks. But his thoughts were with those that died not looking at others to see what they were doing. Like me I imagine they were with his parents and others.
When David Cameron, Tony Blair and others cleared off for the VIP reception and more Jeremy Corbyn stayed behind to watch parading veterans and chat.
I know which one would have made my father proud.
Wearing a poppy and remembrance day is not about promoting war. Some politicians try to do that.
It is about remembering, lest we forget and squander peace and lives again.
Independent - Jeremy Corbyn stays behind after Remembrance Sunday ceremony to applaud WWII veterans
Harry Leslie Smith - This year, I will wear a poppy for the last time