How sad that your dad felt that way, Annika. He sounds like a lovely man. I was lucky to have mine around during the war, because he was in a reserved occupation, making explosive materials. When at home, he spent a lot of time in the garden 'digging for victory' with a bit of help from me
. He was also the Captain of the local 'Dad's Army' and I can well remember the VE Day parade, when I was four and a half, when he marched at the head of his soon-to-be-disbanded little troop.
I always wear a poppy in November. When we were at school, the prefects came round selling them. There were three kinds - little ones, much like the ones we buy today - they were a penny; middle sized ones, more petals and a leaf, for 6d; and big ones for 1/-. This price differential led to a bit of unsavoury competition! After many years, I was the prefect selling them round the classrooms, and wearing a big one...