I wear my poppy for my grandfather and two great uncles who were killed at Ypres. I wear my poppy for my father who survived a Japanese prisoner of war camp. I wear my poppy for all those who were killed on both sides, whether combatants or non-combatants. I wear my poppy for all these whose lives have been torn apart by war. And, above all, I wear my poppy to remind us all never to do it again.
And, no, I am not a pacifist. I am too old now, but if I was younger, I would still fight for peace.