I was walking down the street to find that a poppy field was close by, so I walked up to pay my respects. The next morning I found out that the service was about the soldiers that died in the war. There was a man playing the trumpet, the lovely tune went on and on. Near the end, one of our teachers pulled a rope and down came millions of poppies. I will never forget that day when I saw that poppy field. The poppies are to remember the brilliant soldiers that died in the horrible war.
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