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Posted: **11/10/2003, 2:10 am**

since this came up on the hub..
do you wear a poppy? yes/no
and more importantly.. do you know what the hell im talking about?!

please respond

Posted: **11/10/2003, 2:12 am**

nope, and i know what's it's about.

we usually have an old one in the visor though. but we don't wear it. :freak:

Posted: **11/10/2003, 2:14 am**

<nikki4982> poppy?

Posted: **11/10/2003, 2:15 am**

thank you nam :lol:

i knew that already :lol:

Posted: **11/10/2003, 5:22 am**

Shush. Don't make fun of me. I think it's pretty obvious what I voted, eh?

Posted: **11/10/2003, 6:46 am**

I usually do, but I haven't gotten one yet this year...

Posted: **11/10/2003, 6:50 am**

what is a poppy?

Posted: **11/10/2003, 7:05 am**

A poppy is a red flower. They're used as a symbol for Remembrance Day because poppies grew all across a field in which Canadian soldiers were buried.

So, people wear these pins:

Posted: **11/10/2003, 10:25 am**

yup, just bought mine the other day :nod:

Posted: **11/10/2003, 10:39 am**

they hand them out like candy around here.
and in here in newfoundland its a pretty big thing so there is lots of talk about rememberance day and what not.

Posted: **11/10/2003, 12:34 pm**

and for some reason they hand out those little flowers in the states too.

Posted: **11/10/2003, 12:36 pm**

I have no idea what you're talking bout :oops:

Posted: **11/10/2003, 1:15 pm**

I wear a poppy every year :nod:

Got mine on right now

Posted: **11/10/2003, 1:24 pm**

In Flanders Field

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.