OLD SOLDIER

nephilim56

The bloody beach
Of Normandy
Calls him back
One last time
Old age it deems
He sees
Friends resting places
Gravestones side by side.

The memories
Of that landing
Now blood 
Has washed away
The guts
The pain
The madness
He has the need to say.

If I ever
In a brightening dawn
Or sunset in
The sky
Pay homage to
The fallen
Still 
I wonder why.

I lived
When my brothers
Died
Upon that fateful day
Blood spilled
Upon that beach
So far, so far
Away.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2025 03:56
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  • arqios

    It’s tough all around for the soldiering kind. Thanks for giving voice to this 🙏🏻🕊️

    • nephilim56

      thanking you

      • arqios

        You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊️

      • sorenbarrett

        This poem makes clear the devastation of war and the question that occurs to survivors. Well written and heartfelt

        • nephilim56

          very kind, thanks

        • Tony36

          Great write

          • nephilim56

            thanking you

            • Tony36

              You're welcome



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