I'd never considered that the red poppy in any way glorified war, I saw it as a simple reminder of sacrifices made by individuals. I think people should put the politics to one side and simply remember the real cost of war.

White poppies intentionally made to oppose red poppies, is like a declaration as if the red poppy user and sellers were warmongering or something like that, and therefore, like an unconscious way of criminalizing the military.

Were I British, I'd wear a red poppy to support veterans both economically and morally, and not something to surreptitiously -even if unintentionally- call them conscripted murderers.

Red. For the reasons many others have laid about above - I would much rather my donation go towards helping Veterans and their dependants then a bunch of tree huggers with an unachieveable aim. War is part of human nature, killing is not unique to us in nature (however having protesters is...). However terrible it is to say, war has served mankind well. Many great technological, medicinal and scientific breakthroughs have been made during times of war and without these, the world would be a much different place now - we certainly wouldn't be using the "hardon collider" as our knowledge of physics woudl be no-where near that advanced.
Sorry for getting a little off topic there!
So, I will definately be sticking with the Red poppy.
V

Red.

Both WW1 and WW2 were just and necessary wars against enemies whom no amount of pacifism could have appeased. Even the alleged "incompetence" of Haig et al, terribly exaggerated in the opinion of most historians who have actually studied the matter, has no bearing on this.

Remember the poem Flanders Fields?

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.