June 6 1944
A place where peace should reign yet terror grows.
A paradise where blood and children lie.
A beach where young boys played and now men die,
With liquid crimson waves that evil sows.
The cliffs now bow and weep and look below,
Where from their shoulders cast a deadly tide.
A peaceful nighttime vista now belied
By daylight's deadly battle of the foes.
As dreams replace the din that's all around
And life drips slowly there into the sand,
It's faith and God and love that now surrounds
These ever grateful souls that have been found.
Brave comrades in this fate so proudly stand
To be delivered now where they are bound