I remember, rummaging through the muddy trenches,

suffering trench foot. Catching trench foot is

as bad as dyeing. Yesterday our foot had passed away, I was even pronounced dead after being shot by a shotgun. I quickly became an angel before getting buried into my dark ashes. Up in heaven my grave was in the middle of all graves and next to the first poppy which grew back from the war. I looked down to my dead friends and beloved family. On the last day was the end, Where poppies and graves flew; so it was remembrance day The world started a new beginning and a new life with joy. Everyone was very happy.