Brothers in the trenches shells falling from the sky, blood everywhere, everywhere they go blood following the soldiers. Nowhere to go, shooting everywhere, shells killing soldiers from underneath them. Soldiers camouflage in brushes and grounds, soldiers yelling at their team's, guns shooting instantly everywhere. Nowhere to hide, enemies raiding their side. Poppies growing, soldiers dying on the dirt mudding and yucky getting all dirty, not a single word they say. Feeling pain on their, knees,legs, shoulders, arms, feet, face and head. Getting ready to shoot the bad soldiers never stopping. Leader “ GET READY WE ARE GOING TO FIRE ON THE COUNT OF 3, 1, 2,3… FIRE!!!.” All guns shooting their bullet’s at No-man’s Land. Never stop fighting, keep on going… Suddenly… DEAD. Crosses been put up no more War, poppies blow between the crosses and poppies flying in the air. We will remember them. War just stop. They will be loved and will be loved always and forever.
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