Anna, I couldn't agree more. Remembrance Sunday is such a poignant day, for personal reasons...
I think I've told this story before, so feel free to skip it... but my dear Grandad was very heavily involved with the Royal British Legion, he sold the poppies on the streets since the 60's, even when he was a bit too old to do it but we didn't dare try and stop him... he was made an MBE in the 60's but never told any of us why. If you pushed him, he just said he was a clerk in Bhagdad. Now, they don't give you an MBE for pushing a pencil... but we never argued with him. It was a secret he chose to keep and we respected it.
Oddly and sadly, he died a couple of years ago, at about 10pm on a Saturday in late December and at that EXACT moment, I was at an NMA Christmas gig in Nottingham... I sometimes wonder if I should have been there when he passed away... but after thinking about it, he wouldn't have wanted that. He hated people making a big old fuss. He was always happy to see ME and his family happy.
All I can say is that I'm so happy that the local Royal British Legion centre is now called 'The Ernest Cope Centre'... that's my Grandads name, but if you think about him, he'd prefer it if you called him 'Ernie'...
The greatest man I ever knew.