I hate Remembrance Day here. Politicians (and indeed all public figures/many avg people) wear poppies to honour the dead and pretend to care about peace, whilst being complicit in genocide, and generally making choices which demonstrate their utter indifference to human life.

And of course there is something utterly heartbreaking about the fact that we had to change the name. We called WWI the “war to end all wars” but humans have never been good at learning from our mistakes.

That is why I wrote Armistice Day (E). Aziraphale and Crowley know humanity too well to ever be taken in by nonsense like the end of all wars. They would have seen the pointless death of WWI with eyes that had watched humans kill each other for millennia, but even to them the scale of WWI would have been new. How would they have felt, to see humans’ frenzied celebrations of the end of the war, knowing humanity as well as they do? What would they do, on a day meant to commemorate all that?

(As is the case with so much of my fic, the answer is moral philosophy and sex)

So as a Scottish and Irish person i wear the poppy and i wear it solely to respect the innocent (heavy on this, when I say this I mean only the innocent ones I don’t even associate the disgusting war criminals with the other soldiers) men and women who lost their lives in WW1, WW2 and other conflicts. I do this because any innocent person who dies in conflict deserves to be remembered and also because my dad is a veteran of 30 years. As a British soldier, he admits that their are few disgusting individuals who take advantage of their role as a soldier to commit horrific war crimes yet he says that they were taught in training that Remembrance Day is not for them, they’re not being remembered or honoured becuase they do not deserve it.

I wear the poppy for every single innocent person, no matter what race, religion, gender etc who has died in the world wars or any other recent conflict, including the Palestinian genocide that is happening as we speak. I strongly believe that if you’re supporting Israel or funding them, you don’t deserve to wear that poppy. You’re supposed to be respecting any innocent person who died in conflict and by funding or helping this genocide happen, you’re contradicting yourself. Heavy on any Westminster MP that showed up at the memorial service especially Kier Starmer.

Further, about the Irish and Scottish part. For those who are shitting on Stephen Flynn for not singing the national anthem: he is an atheist, he isn’t religious, he isn’t a unionist and isn’t his national anthem, he is purely there to remember the dead as he should be.. this is not another day to praise the government for no reason neither is it a day to praise the monarchy for no reason, this is about the dead soldier and that is it. AND the fact that you’re angry at a non-unionist for not singing the national anthem (that isn’t his) yet you’re not angry at the man who murdered hundreds of soldiers in the war he caused, Tony Blair for even attending the memorial, that is absolutely disgusting and hypocritical. Now about the Irish thing, I get it honestly I do I am Irish and I know what the British did and yes I am also incredibly angry about it, but thousands of Irishmen and women died in WW1 and other conflicts and that is what I am remembering, if you’re so proud about being Irish then remember the dead Irishmen who fought for you and be proud of them (ofc again I mean the innocent ones), again this is not about the government, monarchy or politics please understand that, if people say it is about British or any of the things I’ve just mentioned then they’re wrong, seriously it’s nothing about them it’s about the dead no matter who they were (again yk what I mean).

i personally went to a memorial service for Remembrance Day and I did the 2 minute silence yet I did not sing the anthem becuase im not English and that isn’t my anthem and again it has nothing to do with the monarchy, if you’re making it about them then I personally think you’re awful :)

Imagine a field of dead poppies, With a dead sun overhead, Imagine a field of dead poppies, Each petal freshly bled.

Imagine a field of dead poppies, And a bench sitting by the side, Sitting with a view of the poppies Whose memory never died

And in a few days' time, Nothing but bare barren earth, Lest we forget their death, Death for a new world’s rebirth,

Imagine a field of wild flowers, There where the poppies once fought, Imagine a field of wild flowers, Where poppies were once cut short.