As I had just been gunned down by enemy lines I fell to the
ground, not ashamed of myself but honoured I had fought for my country. I had
that feeling of success even thought I was half dead, lying in this wonderful
red field of poppies made me feel good. As I slowly started to fade away I
thought about my life and how it had gone. I was glad that I chose to go to war
even though I had died at a young age, I felt good about it.
By Angus
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