One by one they jump.
One by one they land.
One by one,
the bullets fly,
as one by one,
falls in the sand.
One by one,
they crawled up the shore,
as they bravely took the beach.
As there brothers,
lied dead next to them,
they knew that they still,
had their goal to reach.
Now seventy-six years later,
after Normandy,
with the bodies,
smoke,
sound,
smell,
and
blood,
etched in their memories,
we remember,
they did what they must.
Because they are,
no longer young soldiers,
one by one they leave us.