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Normandy... To All Who Fought and Died On "d" Day
Dawn breaks beyond the eastern sea I cannot help but wonder, What could it be, that sound I hear The sky's to clear for thunder, In secrecy they made their plans Deceptions, they are counting, For when this day ends, so solemnly To the victor is the bounty, I can hear their cries, of decades past As they echo through my mind, Those many souls, who left this earth Their lifetimes all entwined, For what began a cleansing act I dare not try to say, A reason lay, deep within None alive, were there that day, Was it madness, that drove the fateful feat? Or a truly gifted thought, I will never know the reality For what it was he sought, No matter the reason, that came to pass The world saw not the splendor, We took in hand, the mighty sword To become the great defender, Now, decades since that fearful day It is plain to see the loss, For stretching out, for miles it seems The whitewashed wooden cross, Upon the hill, is where they rest A sight I'll never see, The sacrifice, those brave men paid In a place called Normandy.
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