1921 He lay, manhood bared, as she stripped naked among the poppies. Sweetly lascivious, she stroked his hardness, and kissed the ragged, scar on his belly.

In this field, his blood, and that of countless dying young men had reddened the ravaged earth. In the military hospital he made his promise. And here, now, where poppies apologised for tragedy, his dear wife straddled him, and nestled down on his hardness, ecstatic as he thrust and spurted purposefully into her.

She moaned, “Your seed in me. I’ll deliver.”

“Promise fulfilled,” he gasped. “New life is conceived in this field of death.”