As he lay injured, a shell exploded nearby, and the mud it threw up pretty much buried Tommy.

One of his pals saw part of him sticking out the mud, and he was dragged back to his trench, presumed dead.

As Tommy told it, his pals "dug me up to bury me".

The policy was not to retrieve bodies. Officially, those like Tommy were abandoned.

But Tommy was still alive.

Eventually, with an effort, he could walk again. But he rarely worked again due to his injuries and the effects of shell-shock.

He was left deaf in one ear from the noise of the shell. And very traumatised.

Tommy died when I was a tiny baby. I have no memory of him at all. All the info I have is based on what my dad (now also dead) told me.

But Tommy hated poppy day. Not from disrespect to his pals, or those who died or suffered, but from a loathing of those who used that sacrifice to bolster jingoistic, mindless patriotism.

Those attitudes led to the war. They led to the millions of dead and wounded. And Tommy wanted no part in it.

I have complete respect for those who serve on our behalf, and I'll give money to the appeal.

But I have to hear Tommy's story, and do as he would wish.

So I won't wear a red poppy. I'll wear a white one, for peace. And I'll donate to groups that help those still suffering from the countless wars.

But I'm not going to lend my voice to the jingoism. That's how a million kids like Tommy got left for dead in the first place.

And when I see MPs glorying in how very red their poppy is, it repulses me.

When I see them boasting about the emblems of wars that caused millions of deaths, countless suffering... it worries the hell out of me.

Cos glorying in it is the opposite of what's needed.