THE

most solemn time of the year is Remembrance Day, when the country marks the sacrifice of those servicemen and women who gave their lives in the two great wars of the last century, as well as other smaller wars. We would not enjoy the freedoms we have today without their heroism. I worry that their memory is not being sufficiently honoured. While walking in Central London this week, I was passed by more than 30 pedestrians before coming across one person who was wearing a poppy. It’s a shame that so many of today’s young — who enjoy a far higher standard of life than their grandparents did, having lived through the war — are disdainful of past generations’ selfless acts of sacrifice. If we forget Poppy Day, we are disregarding everything that is best and finest about Britain as a nation.