The nation will fall silent on Sunday 12th November to remember the thousands of servicemen and women who have died to secure and protect our freedom.
Poppies will be worn with pride as The Royal British Legion strive to raise cash to support those in the Royal Navy, British Army and Royal Air Force.
They also care for veterans and their families throughout the year. With so much help being given towards those who have been involved in conflict in one way or another, the poppy is symbolic with reflecting on the past and never forgetting.
During the First World War, from 1914 to 1918, much of the fighting took place in Western Europe.
Beautiful countryside was blasted and bombed. Thousands of people fought over it again and again.
With such a transformation to the landscape nothing could grow; it was a bleak and barren scene.
But bright red Flanders poppies were delicate but resilient flowers which grew continually. In their thousands they would flourish even in the middle of chaos and destruction.
A Canadian doctor, Lt Col John McCrae, was inspired by the poppies to write the infamous poem ‘In Flanders Fields’.
The piece of literature lives on after the writer who died of pneumonia at the end of the war.
As you wear your poppy with pride on the 11th hour, of the 11th minute, of the 11th month, you unify with millions of others to remember our heroes.
Many of our heroes were young men with great potential ahead of them. Friends, colleagues and neighbours signed up together promising they would serve alongside each other.
The saddening fact is only a few returned home. The traumatic loss of lives shocked the nation and it is imperative those dark days do not get lost in the history being created today striving for a better future.
Memorial parades will be taking place throughout the area. Small villages and cities will lay wreaths to commemorate the fallen.
Portsmouth will host their remembrance parade on the Sunday morning from 10am. Councillors, scouts, cadets and others will stand in solidarity to never forget.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Wherever you are and whatever you do be still and remember.