World War Ii
A large isle in Western Europe, In times of war the Germans pushed through it. Together as one the Soldiers unite to protect their land in a violent fight,
Over they came with Tanks and Guns, Cities fled and civilians they run. In the heat of the battle our kin remained strong, through rounds of gunfire and fatal bombs.
On a gracious day on the shores of France, taking the fight to them in a warrior's Dance. Known as D-day the Victory mission, The Germans were broken as the world listened.
Copyright © Steven Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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