A white poppy For a white hart

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Remember the pure white harts
We lost that day
The ones that never wanted to go away
The ones that had no choice
Let us peacefully remember
There lives they were forced to lose.

The battle field stretched  before me. My hart almost beating out of my chest.  I new what I was about to do. The first whistle went. I dared to tack a breath inhaling smoke and dust. The Calvary charged. The horses screaming in pain as  machine gun fire and metal from the shells riped them apart. The smoke enshrouded the dead there body's  forgotten forever there lives spent idly by generals. The second whistle blew I ran knowing what was ahead of me, knowing there was no way to tern back. My friends and family beside me. My tears streaming down my face. Suddenly a shell hit were some off my friends were I glanced back to see them suspended in the barbed wire.  I keep running that's all I can do. I look to my left there is my brother I run to him to hug him tightly to forget we're I was to be home. But before I reach him he falls disintegrated by machine gun fire. I scream and fall to my knees swing the machine gun being turned on me and in my intense pain I remember my house by the forest my darling wife and daughter. I remembered my life and waited....

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