The Poppy
The retired soldier glanced at the poppy on his shoulder.
Fifty years ago he was fighting for Britain, to not be invaded by Germany. He
shivered with the thought of raining bombshells, his friends collapsing, dead,
in front of him. Then Adolf Hitler, the dictator. So many people had been
killed because of him. The soldier quickly returned to the present, and
listened intently to the Bishop talking about in the war, but he could not
forget the terror of the battle, and never would.
By Matthew
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