[CzinZumerzet]

I have been selling poppies this past two weeks and will again on Sunday morning at our local parade untill the silence, and then it's over for another year. Local schools and the shopping mall observed the silence today. Buses stopped in the street and drivers stood silently beside their vehicles. In Tesco the silence was profound with no checkout beeping to be heard.

Where I stood with my poignant poppies, shop staff came out holding hands to keep the silence, heads bowed, holding one another as one of their number quietly wailed over the loss of her husband this year in Helman. He used to play football in the Sunday League, good bloke.

Deeply felt is my selfish wish to forget the losses and the grief but when a family just keeps on losing, one generation after another, it becomes ingrained with grief and anger.

We keep sacrificing our best, our finest, and when will enough be enough. And yes of course we will remember them all, wherever they came from.