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.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had written this piece in honor of all the WW2 soldiers who stormed the beach of Normandy on June 6, 1944. The battle of Normandy was one of the biggest, bloodiest, and most important battles of WW2. As the youngest soldiers who stormed the beaches are now dying of old age, we must always remember their accomplishments. Persistence is key
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Comments1
A fine tribute Dion.
Thank you for your comment. As you can see; I am a big fan of history. Again, thank you for your comment.
Persistence is key
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