The Murderous Run To Safety

As we climbed down the nets Into the landing crafts Veterans of theatre With a mixture of drafts In the distance through the spray We could sight foreign lands Normandy it is After many months being planned Closer and closer With explosions all around Our time is nearing Will we reach these foreign grounds The landing craft ramp Drops with a splash As we run through the water Along the sands we dash High on the cliff tops Spandau's spray the beach Bullets ripping flesh Whilst gun emplacments preach The lucky ones made it As the unfortunate lay dead and dying Limbs torn from souls Some starring at the skies As we shelter below the cliffs We encourage the ones who follow As they rush through the dead and red Before death has them swallowed For a moment i closed my eyes And thought " why in the hell am i here " When a bullet zips my helmet So startled, that death was near To the cliff tops we must climb Pipe bombs lead the way Barbed wire blown to bits As our snipers have their say Below the gun emplacements Grenades in precision lob Amongst our bitter enemy A few more lives we've robbed After many hours of fighting The cliff tops we have taken As i look down on the beaches Redded by the ones, who will never awaken This is the first poem in my story, as you follow me as i fight my way to Berlin, and eventual peace after many years of wanton killing and suffering http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-normandy-to-peace.php