WWI artefacts at Bulgarian family museum

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. ::1 ultra-realistic mega-defined 64k::1 --chaos 40 --ar 4:3

A World War I trench with a soldier carefully raising a detailed papier-mâché dummy head above the trench edge to lure snipers, surreal, hyper-realistic, Ultra HD --ar 9:16

Bulgrian traditional emroidery motif, red and white, beautiful and intricate shapes, pattern --ar 9:16 --v 5.2

I poster published in the United States during wwi that shows draftees registering. Done in tones of browns, creams, cognac and other neutrals. --ar 2:3

the interior of a Bulgarian family museum with artefacts from the WWI, guns, clothes, documents, uniforms and furniture from the 1930 --v 5.2 --ar 2:1