Poppies and new beggings...

Returning to the woods where she once spebt many hours memories flooded through her. Can she remeber the good times and set aside the bad and heartbreak to continue on with her life?


2. Flashback

Flashback..... The Somme 1917. The deadly battle killing millions. Bombs whistling overhead, bright bursts of flame lighting up the indifferent opaque, black night. It was like the solution to peace was unknown ~ maybe the solution was war. Trenches nearly over flowing with men; some wise and experienced, others, naive boys and men maybe 17, were excited from either the fact that they were at war or maybe running on adreniline. The experienced Sergeant Major, sat on a step made of the mud from the ground riddled with bullets, shaking his head in despair. Having no idea what was ahead of them when the advance signal was yelled, the younger ones went first darting ahead like hounds after their prey. Nearing the back followed the more reluctant men. Many shell~shocked, not physically ill had to return. Running along side Robert was William both as eager to kill as many of the foe that was humanly possible, neither realising the danger his own life was in. One shot from a deadly gun to the heart and that man would be dead. Robert aimed as he had been trained, finger on the trigger, this was the moment he had bddn waiting for. To be shot? No. Not even freezing he dropped to the ground lifeless joining yet another body on the grave situated on no mans land. Yet another family would be recieving a telegram home reading, 'Your son is missing believed dead.' The cold, typewritten words allowing no one to become close to them..... End of flash back..... Everything that he had said to me in his letters rang poud and clear in my mind as i continued to sit in the dense field of poppies. Just me and my thoughts.
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