As a young boy, I also went to Ypres with my Dad, stayed at the „Old Tom Hotel“ (it is still there, on the same side of the square as the Cloth Hall) and met many other „old soldiers“, all now dead. I remember that they wanted to remember their dead comrades. But above all, they wanted an end to war. But now I see these pathetic creatures with their little sand-pit poppies – I notice that our masters in the House of Commons do the same – and I despise them. Heaven be thanked that the soldiers of the Great War cannot return today to discover how their sacrifice has been turned into a fashion appendage.