The Poppy and the Precipice
CSM EDITORIAL On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day, the nation will fall silent. The Cenotaph will be wreathed in wreaths, and the political class will stand shoulder to shoulder, poppies pinned to their lapels. They will bow their heads and intone, with practiced sincerity, “We will remember them.” And then they will return to Westminster and continue the quiet persecution of the living. … Continue reading The Poppy and the Precipice

