Quiet Field of Red Poppies: Remembering Fallen Soldiers

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 --ar 4:3

a simple painting of the fall of troy

A fluffy calico cat carrying an umbrella walking through a field of poppies

illustrated manuscript, female fallen seraphim angel wearing heavy dark armor, six large red wings, halo of fire, long horns, pale skin, flying in night sky --ar 16:9

modern soldier distraught over the body of a fallen comrade

dramatic scene, field of poppies with green soldiers hat, realistic --ar 16:9

macro, massive wide black dragon head behind a poppy flower, field of poppies, sunlight pouring down, roaring, 8k detail, shot on a Sony Alpha a7 III camera

A memorial with enormous onyx piles, engraved with the entire list of names of the fallen soldiers. There are several columns forming a circle, in the center of it, in the middle of all the columns there is gravel and ashes. There is a perpetual fire that always burns.

illustrated manuscript, female fallen angel wearing heavy dark armor, halo of fire, long horns, pale skin, large red wings, flying in night sky --ar 16:9

field of grain, just before harvest, with some poppies, muted colors, wide angle, shot with sony A7 RIV, --ar 3:2 --uplight

The aftermath of a skirmish. Macedonian soldiers surround the fallen body of Spitamenes, his defiant resistance symbolized by his clenched fist even in death.