A poppy. It seems like an inconsequential flower. To me, it is so much more. It stands for truth, strength and memory. I have not served my country. I have not left my family to defend another. I have not fought “the good fight”. This flower however lets me remember all those who have.
I have almost lost my brother to the wars of others. He doesn’t speak of his actions overseas. Not sure if it is humbleness that stops him, or the memories of what he has seen and done. After two tours of Afghanistan and many other deployments, you can understand why. I love my brother and am so lucky he was able to return to us. Many families can not say that. I don’t speak to him often, but every November 11th, I thank God that He allowed Colin to return.
There are others in my family who have served. My other brother, Ryan, was in the Highlanders. My Grandpa Mac was in the Korean War. I don’t know what all the letters are in the photo but I plan on asking some Vets tomorrow when I go to the Legion.
This November 11th, please take the time to thank a soldier, past or present, and let them know that their sacrifices are appreciated.