My brother and his family brought my poppy for me for my birthday. When my brother was researching our family tree he found that our great uncle had fought in the trenches. He survived the trenches only to die of the Spanish influenza only days after the end of the war. He is buried in the local war cemetery. So my poppy is for him and all the brave boys who didn’t make it home. It’s sits in pride of place on the sideboard in my dinning room.