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As i look back on that Summers day in August 44
Soon to be transported back to Normandy's bloodied shores
I know i will be leaving, the girl of my dreams
Face to face as we say our goodbye's and tears like loving streams

The day that we first met on that polished pebbled beach
Her flowing blond hair and eyes of blue and complexion of ripened peach
The backdrop of the waves as they echoed within my heart
Rippling undulations, impart

On a tartan blanket she lay whilst her siblings threw skipping stones
Momentary our eyes were captured, two souls on a beach unknown
As we furthered investigation, with glances of blush and stare
This blond and the entranced soldier, now becoming aware

Just as we finished glancing, to the waters edge we look
Her sister of five years old, was caught in wave surge soak
My training instincts show as i react to this little girl
Inhibitions drain from my heart, postponing my previous swirl

On this polished pebbled beach, a young life's barely begun
Nearly taken from a family rich, on a sands where there was no gun
I step back from the tartan and reflect on my tomorrows
Not knowing what i walk into, to visualise hidden sorrows

A changing surrounds us, where two were in captured glance
Turning to this unknown soldier, and smiles with grateful please
She flutters her eyelashes like butterfly wings
With the grace of a Summers breeze

We gather our thoughts as we look back at the stones
Where living can succumb to our future and die all alone
I survived the war, fortunate to return home
As i think of my colleagues, who will out there forever roam

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