So, the time for remembering has come again.
There were a couple of sixth formers around my school, carrying boxes of poppies and a tin. But I didn't see anyone leap to a chance to donate and bag themselves a poppy.
And it really made me sad.
Whenever the poppies come around, I'm always the first (if not the only one ) to get one in my class. I've always felt like I had to.
My grandfather served in the navy, and when I've asked him about his life when I was younger, he was always unwilling. Now that I'm older and I understand what went on, its too late. He's slipping away from us.

So I try and remember on his behalf.

And sometimes I feel as if I'm the only one.

Please give what you can to the Poppy Appeal or the yellow ribbon, and remember on their behalf. Thank you.