You Can Find
You Can Find
Towards beach at Normandy boats started sailing
And none of us ever had thought of failing
On shining sand we all soon would land
Exactly the way it all had been planned.
As we approached, received an instant fire
Of enemy guns and friends had to expire
And when we then scaled a very tall wall
Several soldiers ended up having to fall.
Normandy was a colossal, tremendous fete
Invasion we won and purpose would meet
Many died bravely we had to leave behind
High on hill in cemetery them you can find.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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