Maybe just a nicely sarcastic Sassoon this year:

[spudtater]

Base Details

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,
I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,
And speed glum heroes up the line to death.
You'd see me with my puffy petulant face,
Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel,
Reading the Roll of Honour.
'Poor young chap,' I'd say–'
I used to know his father well;
Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap.'
And when the war is done and youth stone dead,
I'd toddle safely home and die – in bed.

— Siegfried Sassoon

I've noticed that this year celebrities and politicians are wearing the poppies more and earlier than ever, and the public less. This is somewhat sad. Maybe the poppy has become too politicised. But when it comes down to it, perhaps it would help to remember that a poppy is merely a poppy. It's the people that we should be remembering on this day.

I missed the 2 minutes' silence this morning. Perhaps I shall do so now.