I may find it difficult to wear a red poppy* but that will never stop me supporting and being immensely proud of future and fallen heroes.
Just like my great Grandmamma, who was sewing for the troops somewhere in this photograph in 1915.
My soon to be older brother was recently out in Afghanistan (and whilst I know with what he does he is technically not in danger, he's not exactly flying to Ibiza).
*I have the utmost respect for those who put their lives at risk for my continued freedom. I just find it hard to comprehend war.