Poppies, poppies, poppies. Always a commotion every year. Now we must wear it over our hearts. Well my father served in the Second World War and I doubt he would mind whether it was over my heart or not, as long as I wore one. So on Remembrance Day, I wear the poppy,  turn up the Vera Lynn music and think about dear old Dad. One human being at Air Canada banning the wearing of a poppy maybe doesn't think about her Dear Old Dad, or her Granpa or her siblings who might have served in war, or are serving in some conflict around this world. as I email.