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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