My poppy is rooted in politics and pain

A century ago Canada’s best, marched away on a desperate quest

To the editor;

which pinned this poppy on my chest.

Huddling together in sodden trenches; hands aching from impulsive fist clenches; inhaling death’s unforgettable stenches: Canadians I never met, to whom I owe a debt, lest l forget.

Lloyd Atkins

Vernon, B.C.