I knew him well enough to ask why he was crying and he said it was because he had just been to see his mother and she had been crying. It was the seventieth anniversary of the Battle of the Somme, and she always cried on the anniversary of that battle. Her three brothers had been killed on the same day but the telegrams had arrived a week apart.
That year, I bought a poppy. And I bought one this year, as I have every year since.