Generations of Valor

They stand together Soldiers young and old As we sit down beside them Their stories unfold Tell me son What happened to you Please take your time I wish to hear you through I was out on patrol Looking for improvised devices Their made of plastic now For modern sacrifices But this one was different It was set on remote Triggered at distance As the enemy gloat Catapulted, bleeding As i land on the sand My face lacerated As are my hands My left hand has gone As are my eyes My emotions are drained I can no longer cry I am flown home To Edwards Air Base Not the way i left A new tomorrow i face My brave young son I shall cry for you Yes tomorrow is new But we will see it through As he wipes his tears His son says to his father Tell me your story again So my thoughts again gather Well it was so long ago And although i am old The horrors of wars Should always be told It was the 6th of June 1944 The day the war had turned And what we fought for I was one of thousands As we hit the beaches Under heavy fire Bodies bleeding, bodies bleached After being pinned down for hours We finally made a breakthrough Their lines broken Our determination pursued Our objective, Bayeux To cut off the road to Caen Re-assemble and group As we mean to go on We were on the outskirts As a 109E attacked My platoon was strafed As its bullets impact I was hit three times In my legs and chest Shipped back home Asking why i was blessed After the war In the Army i stayed As an injury councillor For other wars have been played Father and son stood together Hugged for tomorrow Yes, there will be more wars And what they bring is sorrow http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php