The war

One day in July 28^th 1914 World War 1 began. It was England, France and Russia V Germany. The war was gun shots upon gun shots, upon gun shots. It wouldn’t end. When a man named Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae’s friend died he was so devastated that he wrote a poem about it. It was about how red poppies grew over the trenches and the soldier’s graves. The place that the poppies grew in was called Flanders Field. Rumours have it that the poppies were once white but now they are red remembering the amount of blood spilled in world war 1.