Omaha
- nopeasforever
- Feb 5
- 1 min read
They spilled their blood on the beaches
So their grandchildren could play on them
Such sacrifice for future generations
Not only for theirs but for all others
What courage it must have taken
But if you ask them, they would say
“My buddies, my fellow soldiers,
I did it for them.”
From the big ships they climbed down
Into the landing craft
Onto the beaches
But some never made it that far
A well-aimed bullet
Cut them down in the boats
Or they fell into the waters
Dead even before reaching land
But miraculously some made it
From the beaches to Berlin
Without a scratch
But forever scarred in the soul
The mental wound of watching a buddy
Dying next to them
Or in their arms
A memory that haunts to their last breath
But who were these men?
Men with strength like Atlas
With the speed of Hermes
And the endurance of Ares
Individually farmers, ranchers
Bank clerks, factory workers, postmen
Collectively a mammoth force
Greater than the world has ever seen
The Men of Normandy gave of themselves
Gave to and for all of us
With the hope we would never see
What they saw on that day in June
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