The lights of peace have faded, reason has given way and fixed bayonets reflect the doom which awaits us in the trenches.
If only the echoes of future knowledge could reach us here in the past. If only our great grandchildren could show us the fields of poppies planted in our memory. But we are doomed; doomed to wander the blood red fields of memory and war.
We shall grow no older, but we will not be forgotten. Headstones stand in regimented salute to the seas of blood spilt in the past.
Pay heed to our sacrifice.
Do not forget.
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A drabble - exactly 100 words - written whilst sat in the Wattpad Offices in Toronto in the rather lovely company of others who sit down for #Wattpadwednesday every week.
This one was inspired by a recent trip to London where they were planting poppies in memory of the outbreak of World War 1 a hundred years ago this month. The Blood Swept Lands And Seas of Red exhibition, by artist Paul Cummins, involves 888,246 ceramic poppies planted in the dry moat at the Tower of London.
A poppy has been made for each British and Colonial death during the conflict.
May they rest in Peace.
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