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Remembering 1918, Creative Writing

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Creative Writing - Remembering 1918 His frail hands trembled as he clutched onto the delicate flower. The scarlet flower he held onto held so much significance; from the blood red colouring to the seeds that withstood the war of all wars and gave hope that there would be life. Ben remembered the fields that had been churned up by bombs, guns and heavy boots and only weeks later the poppy had risen from the barren battlefields showing that they would survive somehow. Silence lingered in the air but never approached as crowds hushed conversations were whisked and battered around by the vigorous November winds like the crisp autumn leaves that were scattered around the cenotaph. Respect loitered around the monument as solemn figures stood proudly with their heads held high. Ben scanned the individuals who had arrived to pay their respects to those who had fallen in a fight for their queen and country in the past ninety years. ...read more.


Ben had been sent away only weeks after his father had been sent away and would be joining him. His mother almost refused to let him go but at eighteen years of age he qualified to go. He told his mother they would meet again and he didn't know when or where but that he would return. Ben had joined his father like he knew he would and ended up in Ypres, Belgium and was sent out to the trenches immediately kitted out in a seaweed green trench coat, hat and gloves ready to fight the cold. Ben joined the others bright eyed and eager to fight but little did he know of the reality of the trenches. The first week Ben had his first Christmas in the trenches which was unlike the Christmases to follow. He had fought for his country for five days but then on his sixth day then there was truce between both sides. ...read more.


However hospitals were a thing of the past for Ben as was the war. "They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them." Ben sighed; that speech didn't sum up anything for him. The war was something he hoped no man would ever have to go through again. Ben leant back in the wheelchair as his thoughts wandered peacefully, his creased eyelids gradually shut whilst the speech continued in the background. "Almost 90 years ago the armistice of world war one happened, on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month in the year 1918. Since then one other war has taken place worldwide, we all hope such a tragedy should never occur again. May they rest in peace as their today made our tomorrow." And Bens eyes never did open again as he let go of the past at last. ...read more.

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