Baroness Thatcher: Remember, Remember the 11th of November

Yesterday, I had to travel along the M4. As normal for a woman of my age, I stopped in one of the service stations. Whilst there, I had the privilege to speak with two World War Two Veterans. They declined a cup of tea and a cake (“We are being very well looked after, thank you”) and remained for long after I had left for the rest of my journey, collecting money in the quiet, reserved and dignified way that one sees time and again by the civilians, veterans and those still serving that freely give their time to sell poppies to raise funds for the soldiers and the families that rely on the support of the Royal British Legion.

The poppy, however, is more than a means of fundraising. It is the symbol of Remembrance.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

When the sound of gunfire and bombs stopped, from the disturbed ground of trench warfare, poppies were the first plants to grow. The earth stopped being churned and in breathing a sigh of relief it exhaled poppies. What a perfect symbol of peace.

I hear people shouting that people should wear a white poppy for peace. Wear whatever you want. Men and women have died to allow you the freedom to do this but understand that it is a symbol of appeasement… The Peace Pledge Union, full of misguided socialist intention, encouraged members to sponsor individual Jews to come to Britain, were against war with Hitler. Yes, bring the Jews to the UK, but let Hitler come here too…Because he would have. And where would the Jews, disabled, blacks and communists have gone then.

I’d also rather my donation for a red RBL poppy go to a charity which supports those who willingly and voluntarily stand up to defend Britain, her overseas territories and the people within them. These are people who the Government send abroad to fight in wars, yet have to rely on charity when they come home broken or when they don’t come home at all.

Clausevitz teaches us that War IS Politics. War is what happens when politics fails. War eventually stops for long enough to bring the politicians back around the table. It might break down again for the guns to restart later, but hopefully peace is the result. War is political. Remembering the people who fought in those wars is not political.

Remembrance is two minutes of my silence in exchange for the ultimate sacrifice. Two minutes of my silence to remember that I could have so easily have been completely silenced had it not been for the extreme courage by the men who sought and seek to uphold British values of freedom and tolerance.

I wear my red poppy to remind me that I should be humbled by what so many unknown men and women did for me. Not because I am glorifying war. It’s quite the opposite, actually. It’s remembering the horrors endured by others, because we should never forget.

Known Unto God

The Poppy is not a political statement. The people trying to make a political statement out of it are the ones pushing the white poppy or people like the delightful Anjem Choudary. But then, he is not British.


They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest We Forget.

3 comments on “Baroness Thatcher: Remember, Remember the 11th of November

  1. Woorde
    November 8, 2013 at 8:15 pm #

    Nicely put.. thanks

    • Roderick
      November 9, 2013 at 11:20 am #

      At the risk of seeming ungrateful – for I enjoyed your heart-felt article – what is the connection with Baroness Thatcher?

      • baronessthatcher
        November 9, 2013 at 11:54 am #

        The username was available… 🙂
        (I’m also a bit of a Thatcherite)

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