The Poppy (Part 1)

by Harry

 

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Mud. Blood. Mustard Gas. Firing squad, Deserters.
Shell shock. Corpses. Germans trying to hurt us.

Poppy seeds. Rank disease. The bullet, bomb and gun.
A whistle blows, the final push, face to face with Evil Hun
Death and disfigurement. Land mines. Barbed wire.
Loud bangs. Amputees. We’re coming under fire.

Medals. Widows. Orphans. A stiff upper lip.
Victory. Thanks to God. But was it really worth it?

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