Week 10 The Poppy Field by Szymon

Once again I was standing above the poppy fields. Red spread across the landscape. I remembered all the stories my great grandpa told me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the graveyard where he was buried. He found an unexploded bomb  near his house and called some people to dig it out. He was there when a man accidentally set it off.
“Come on, let’s go”.
I didn’t know who said it because I was nauseous,  thinking about what happened during the First World War.

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