'I forgot I was wearing one when I went up the Falls Road'
Poppies always spell trouble in Northern Ireland. I had no objections to wearing one -- like so many Irish families, we had a Great War casualty -- but Catholics just didn't.
However, Remembrance Day 1970 was my first in the Belfast Telegraph; a liberal, decent place to work but predominantly unionist where poppies abounded. To wear or not to wear?
It seemed to me that it would be making more of a statement not to wear one, and I had no wish to make any statement at all.
That has always been my objective: not to make statements unless you mean to, but you can't win with the poppy. No doubt some of my unionist friends and colleagues thought I was trying to make some point or other by wearing one.
So far as I can recall, they had the decency to say nothing, which may explain why I forgot I was wearing it when an afternoon job took me up the Falls Road. I was soon rudely reminded -- very rudely reminded -- as the offending emblem was snatched from my lapel. It could have been worse. I might have become the last casualty of the Great War.