| When nations have been at war on their own soil, these splashes
of color in green fields are so poignant. My friend Alexandra said
to me, “Oh Julie! Surely you are mistaken. These are Polish
poppies! The poppy is so important to us.”
Well, the first time I really understood about poppies was
when I read a plaque in Reims Cathedral that was put up to
honor the “millions of young British men who stayed here
with us.” I looked over at my twenty-year old son and
choked up as I am doing now.
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