((It was 8.8.1995. You were sick and couldn’t go on that day. 10 years later you were sent a letter that said “find the poppy. WERE STILL HERE.” You went back after 10 years. It was the same but really old and dusty. There were old toy boxes destroyed walls and locked doors. There was blood around but you thought nothing of it. You grabbed a grab pack and headed your path forward.))