The crisp morning air whipped against Teds face as he walked quickly towards the grave yard, it was April the 25th. He arrived at the grave yard he took out the crimson red poppies and placed them down next to his fathers grave. “So long dad” he whispered as he stood facing the grave. It was a little bit misty as Ted thought about his father. He thought about the times when his was a kid and his dad would lift him up on his back. then a voice shouted frantically “the graves are broken!!