Gone but Not ForgottenThis is how I see a photograph of a poppy field with mountains all around I see the mountains covered in a think mist. It reminds me of the smoke from the guns that have been fired and bombs that were dropped in the war I look down into the valley below see the smoke slowly drifting towards some trees and a big field of poppies. I can see all the trenches with the Troops getting ready to go over the top. As I walk the though the trenches I can smell rotting flesh from so many dead bodies just lying on the ground. I can hear the cries of the injured and dying men as the medics try to work on their bleeding bodies. The smell is so bad it makes me feel as sick as a dog. Many of the soldiers are eighteen years of age and some of them are even younger because they have lied to enlist in the hell.I carry on walking through the trenches and see so many men, young and old with trench foot. The only thing the medics can use is foot powder to help with the pain, so the soldiers can carry on fighting. Trench foot is a painful disease which makes the feet inflamed and they look red like blood-blistered. Many lost their limbs from trench foot and in some cases even die.I come out of the trenches I notice some soldiers being laid to rest and see the poppies flowing around the crosses upon the soldiers graves. So many people lost their loved ones their fathers, sons brothers, they went to war and never came home, and many lucky ones who did return were injured and mentally scarred for the rest of their lives.This is why at the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of November we honor and respect the 8, 500, 00 men who lost their lives.They may be gone, but will never be forgotten