"The Tommy Soldier trudges numbly through cold, sticky mud. His buddies ahead signal him forward. ""Come on! MOVE IT!"" Then ear-splitting chaos surrounds him. Unfazed, he continues on, just behind his buddies. They run toward an earthen bank for cover. Shards of what was once a wooden fence poke upward as if gasping for air. This was at one time a farmer's field. ""Won't be crops this year,"" the Tommy Soldier says to no one. His buddies mutter incoherently among themselves. The Tommy Soldier hears nothing. He stands beside them a moment, nods, and continues on.

Inspired by the poppy fields of Belgium."