What I Remember Most

What I Remember Most What I remember most is the sound Of soldiers now no longer around In dreams hear their hearts beat At Normandy, shall never suffer defeat. What a horrible place we had been Would never want to be there again Unless the war was over and done And on tall hill we were high upon. Did look down and saw each wave Thought of all those so true and brave Whose ghosts for long time still linger Sounding similar to some sad singer. By memories continue to be haunted Of soldiers efforts which were undaunted As we see modest men wearing medals. Souls of dead are floating flower petals. What are all these memories made of? Many friendships full of newfound love Faces in dreams which will appear Who we wish again could be here.