It wasÂ the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. There areÂ still two minutes left of complete silence and the last post is nearly finished. All of a sudden a poppy had fallen. Then another fell, then they all fell. Next I heared an evil cackle. From each poppy a ghost had emerged to live once more. The weapons they died with risen to be handled by ghosts. Bang!!! The ghosts began shooting people to the end of their lives. Inches behind me people were dropping like flies. Scared, worried, terrified I thought to myself will I escape alive?