War is red. White fields laid ashen ready for seeds to sprout. Burned up trees stand in testimony for the people whose blood was spilled. Bodies decomposed into the field making it fertile. Low hanging gray-clouds were ready to burst open with rain; to wash the pagan sins away. England was being shaped through bloodshed and renewal, into a "New England closer than ever before to national unity, and with a native genius of her own. Henceforward an immortal spirit stood forth for all to see."
Winston Churchill,A History of the English Speaking People Volume One, the Birth of Britain.