Â My name is Molly; I have a dog called Boo and a little annoying brother. My mum had let me go for a little walk, so I ran along the lane up to the poppy field and climbed over the old creaky stile. I reached the middle of the field and lay on my back, remembering that some troops had lived in the harsh, muddy boundaries of the now silent, still poppy field. They probably were very upset that they had to leave the family and fight. I would be heartbroken if I had to leave Boo and my mother.