Beaches
Wish them well
As off they go
In rocking boat's
On this day to be named D
Bound for the pages of History
In landing crafts
With final draft of pain stained letter's
To Family and friends
Penned in pockets called to defend
As thousand bullets and weary trenches
Lest the righteous not derail
The death smelt stale in solem waves
Of wounded men 10 by 10
Just keep going
We can not return
Unless to help the fallen infirmed
Or the badly burned that fate had turned
To corpse black ashes
And tailored tatters
To whom only Loved One's
There memory shall matter
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2016
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