Let’s talk White Poppies

Peace

Originally this post opened up with me telling you I’ve got a few rants rolling around in my head and I need to vent and get them out.  That’s still true and one of these days (soon) it’s going to happen but somewhere along the way I got consumed with a rant that’s of a bigger variety.

It’s obviously bothering me more that I realized by the length of what’s to follow and that is, in my opinion of greater importance than they annoyance of those Bitstrip comics on Facebook.

White Poppies – yes I know Remembrance Day is over but remembering our veterans, acknowledging our soldiers and accepting the reality of the world we live in should be a daily occurrence.   Let’s make something abundantly clear here – RED POPPIES DO NOT GLORIFY WAR!  In fact, I’d say they are one of the clearest symbols of anti-war & peace spread throughout our country, they are gratitude in the loudest silence imaginable.  Let me tell you why.

When we wear a Red Poppy we say to the veteran sitting in Tim Horton’s “Thank you.  Thank you for the years you sacrificed away from your family, the diseases you encountered, the friends you lost, the tears you shed and the person you were before you left.  Thank you for the freedom I have to wear what I want, to say what I want, to watch my children ride their bikes in the street and to remain blissfully unaware of what bombs & gun fire destroying lives looks like, smells like, sounds like.  Thank you for suffering all that time so that I would never have to.”

When we wear a Red Poppy we say to the widow, the fatherless child, the woman who let her husband go off to war and welcomed home a stranger, “Thank you.  Thank you for letting them go.  Thank you for the nights you spend worrying, the tears you shed then and the ones that still fall now.  Thank you for the soccer games played with an empty seat on the bleachers, the school events missed, the walk down the aisle alone.  Thank you for standing strong, breaking down, and coming through to the other side – we’re broken for those moments with you.”

When we wear a Red Poppy we say to the soldier awaiting deployment tomorrow, next week, next year “Thank you.  Thank you for loving other people so much more than you love yourself that you’re willing to fight a war that’s not ours.  Thank you for being so desperate for peace around the world that you’ll sacrifice everything to give others what we have here, in Canada.  Thank you for doing a job that we could not do, so that one day maybe, just maybe we’ll be able to say this world is truly at peace.”

When we wear a Red Poppy we stand up and say – we say thank you, we say we’re sorry for your loss, your pain, your heartache and we say we Remember.  We remember that behind those poppies isn’t the wars being fought but the peace that has come, the hurt that was felt and the people who did it unselfishly for us.

When a person wears a White Poppy to me they say “I want to create controversy.  I’m not willing to remember all that was lost, all that IS lost and say thank you.  I’m ungrateful.  I’d rather pick a fight, in the name of “peace” and forget all that’s come before me.  It’s completely lost on me that the freedom to even wear this white poppy was given to me in the sacrifice of war.”

We will wear a Red Poppy in our home, every year to say thank you to all those men & women, to say thank you to my Grandpa who fought, to his brothers, to their friends and to my Grammie who let him go.

 

 

If you wore/wear a White Poppy and feel like I’m completely off base, please feel free to let me know.  This is a hot button topic for me (obviously) and I stand by what I’ve said, as I always do.  That’s not to say though that I’m not interested in at least hearing the other side, even if we do have to agree to disagree in the end.

 

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