Burns bleeding out blood, covered with bandages.

Rats gnawing at the raw, frost-bitten toes, freezing in the cold winter's weather, only covered by their ripped boots.

Dead bodies, lying lifeless on the forever trembling battlefield.

Poppies pullulating, blood-red and rife around the dead, forgotten bodies lying limp on the disturbed and distressed ground.

Soldiers’ fingers trembling on the trigger, shooting at unknown people who plead to God for their lives.

Loved ones receiving letters of sorrow about their husbands’ horrific deaths.

Widowed women crying their hurt hearts out, for their heroic husbands.

People pleading for peace; the only dream that everyone wants at that time.

Every hour more and more limbs and lives lost because of the unearthly enmity.

Nightmares repeating the chaotic crimes in that day’s battle.

Reality racing through the minds of the scared, scarred soldiers.