@Dave_45
It's a funny old world.
I dodged the Falklands. It was 'my war' and I dodged it. I was due to join the regular Army, but my Father had persuaded me to get a 'trade' before I did so.
Consequently, I was working 'nights' as an Electrical Engineer, when that was all 'kicking off', 'Down South'.
Pte. Andrew Walker (Welsh Guards) was killed (along with so many others) on the Galahad. He was in my year at school. To this day, I am unclear why he joined the Welsh Guards. For him, it was all over aged 20. There is not a birthday goes by, without me both blessing and cursing my Father's advice.
This year, in Africa and then in the Highlands of Scotland - I had the privilege of meeting two men who were Officers in the Scots Guards. Both of them were at Tumbledown. One of whom was severely wounded. Both men knew each other, although they had not spoken for fifteen years. It was my utter delight to put them back into contact with each other.
It was a joy to meet, speak and spend time with them both.
I will, (always) wear a red Poppy, in quiet and respectful remembrance of Pte. Andrew Walker ("Yorkie"), the two Officers of the Scots Guards and every Soldier, Sailor and Airman (male and female) who paid the ultimate sacrifice.
There is that rather wonderful saying.
"All gave some. Some gave all".
For a man who gave nothing, the least I can do is wear a Poppy in their honour.