Red poppies dotted the ground, with men who had fallen covered in the colour red, not only from the poppies but from their blood. Bang! A gunshot fired, I turned startled a men's voice rang in my ears.
̈Got her surrounded,¨
¨Copy that,¨
Suddenly a man stepped out, ̈well, well well...̈ ̈his voice faded.
¨You have been accused of killing all these men,̈ he stared at me waving his hand across the fallen.
But it wasn´t me! I wanted to shout out, but I knew better. Suddenly I woke up, it was all a dream.
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