Thursday, 27 June 2013


Lazily swaying in the breeze,the poppies appeared as a hazy carpet on that hot summer's day.
Memory can play tricks on the mind, however; Bert thought for an instant that he was back in the fields of Flanders. He heard, at once, his comrades laughing nonchalantly, betraying the fear that haunted them day and night. In the distance... the incessant sounds of battle echoed through his memory; screaming shells; rumbling artillery left no doubt in his mins that he was imprisoned mind and soul.
" Grandad, what are you thinking about?"
With a shudder of relief, Bert's mind catapulted forwards 97 years and he gazed longingly at his 6 year old great granddaughter.

By anonymous

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