As I sit and think about ANZAC Day...

As I sit and think about ANZAC Day...

I see the brave soldiers standing in their muddy trench, leaning against the wall I can see that they are scared and worried. The sky was very grey. The sound of bombing was getting nearer and nearer and nearer. Soldiers look up hoping that it would end soon. Was their enemy near? They did not know. The bombing died away...

Now I see a large green field covered in beautiful, blood red poppies. This was where soldiers were buried when they left the world. Birds were chirping and the long grass as blowing in the wind. The smell of fresh grass filled the air. This was the place where a young soldier wrote the poem- In Flanders Fields, but more importantly...We will remember them.