Poppy Boxes are filled with literally hundreds , upon thousands, and thousands, of stories of service to King & Country, to Queen & Country, and to Canada. Poppies , as a flower are this excruciatingly, hauntingly, beautiful creation. In the mind’s eye, when gazing upon a field of poppies, a sombre, respectful, reverential mindfulness takes over, inviting itself in. To give pause. To reflect on stories about war, about loss and about triumph. Along our individual journey’s, we have, no doubt, come to understand that war and peace are fragile. We know for certain that war is possible. Peace, is a concept which seems lost today.