Beach Growth
BEACH GROWTH
He was an 18 year old boy.
Vomiting from fear,
Surrounded by confusion,
Focused on a 20 foot radius of immediacy
Where death could be instant
Or life might depend on a shingle bank,
Reaching the safety of a shell hole.
He became an 18 year old man
On Omaha Beach.
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Written after hearing the first hand experiences of veterans of the 1944 Omaha Beach assault.
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