RYAN IS REMINDED OF WORLD WAR 1.
Looking at the beautiful poppy fields, I see bursts of red, and I imagine what this place would have looked like during the war.
BANG! Guns firing.
BOOM! Explosions fill the air.
People charging at each other with bayonets at the ready.
The wounded lie in heaps all over the muddy ground.
The screeching of artillery flying overhead.
Sergeants screaming orders at their troops over the earsplitting noise.
Machine guns rattling from one side of the field to the other.
Blood soaked soldiers clambering up the hillside.
The clatter of their equipment crashes together while they run.
Lest we forget.