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Invasion, the death, the agony so
I fire my gun
against my foe
Watching my friends, my brothers
go
Fear in my heart
Tensions grow
I push along the shore
With all the might I had
For my family
I Suffer this D-Day agony
Then in the blink of an eye
I feel a sharp pain
peircing my heart
stiffening my viens
I remember my Anny,
Prayers to my wife
Longing her in the last
Seconds in my life
......then a light, the light surrounds me at every angle......
I see my gaurdian angel
walk up to me
guiding me calmly
on the cotton cloud grove
I feel the warmth my place
In life
....as I walk up the stairs....
getting closer, wanting more
walking upon
The silky smooth stones
at heavens door
Form:
As we rallied to the Falklands cry,
And prepared ourselves to fight and die,
Some willing, some pressed, some volunteers,
All with deep down hidden fears.
Gangways gone, Hawser sip,
Sail Intrepid, fighting ship!!
Long hard days, sleepless nights
Working hard to get things right.
Ascension passed, Falklands closing
Argentine threat, everyone joking.
D Day troops- we pushed them through,
Still we laughed, so little we knew.
For us the war was still not real,
How could we know just what we'd feel.
Sympathy, hurt, pain and fears,
revulsion, hate, horror and tears
Bombs exploding - war is raging,
Begin to realise what we're facing.
Rockets loud and missiles firing,
Heroes living, heroes dying.
"Hit the deck" we hear the cry,
Please dear God I dont want to die
Air raid over, planes depart,
All quiet, that was just the start.
Weeks go past, countless plans
Intrepid:- Battle hardened veterans
Air raids come and air raids go
British Victory? Hopes they grow,
Ships hit, ships sinking,
People hurt, it gets me thinking,
So much pain and so much sorrow
Christ: it could be me tomorrow
Now at last Port Stanley taken
Argentine hopes, all are broken,
Britain has won, or have we really?
Peace has been paid for, very dearly.
Thousands of lives have been lost,
How can one start to count the cost!
Shortly, back to Britain will be the course,
Set by the victorious:- Task Force!
Into the arms of the waiting newsmen,
To be out on page one to page ten.
But when the publicity has all passed,
As I'm sure you know it cannot last,
Who'll remember the fallen lads,
Who gave their lives for the Falkland Islands.
The distant land no-one recalls,
Except when they bother to take a slight pause.
So take heed Politicians, look back over history,
And forget the Chivalry and the Glory.
They don' exist - lest not in this age,
Or can they in any future war we may wage.
Before you set forth on any crusade you may persue,
Remember the servicemen, you need to back you.
From this Epitaph, let one thing remain,
Don't even let one man have died in Vain!!!!!!
AEM(M)Clifford
20.6.82
Form:
Depression
There are many thoughts that envelope your inner voice
There are many scenarios that do and do not give you a choice
There are many fears that grip your heart and very soul
There are many changes that were not part of your goal
You lose the will to achieve, to fight, to carry on
You lose the strength to except things that are gone
You lose the understanding that you once held so true
You lose the confidence that once was your mainstay glue
D Day by day lost in confusion and fear
E Escalating frustration that no one hears
P Pursuance of a dream so very hard to achieve
R Reliance of a truth, that you no longer believe
E Everywhere others find their way, or so it seems
S Solutions evade you, lost in nightmares and dreams
S Solitude is your friend, your enemy, deep within your soul
I Interwoven confusion, all anger, all angst you withhold
O Only you hold the key to release all this anger and pain
N Not being able to see any achievements, the gifts you have gained
I understand your feelings of being lost, in despair
I understand sometimes you feel that no one cares
I understand your need to find love and compassion that define
I understand your depression, though I truly don’t understand mine
These are the many feelings of being lost within ones self
The negative feelings you have should be placed on a internal shelf
This is self absorption, you should never visit, that should be denied
This cannot help you, only leave you lonely, in a world only you reside
We all experience some form of depression from time to time
Try to find something to be grateful for, something so sublime
Try and give many thanks for what you have right here and now
Try to give a warm smile to another, maybe help them somehow
You are not alone within your depression, though that’s not how you feel
These feelings you have can be so overwhelming, each one of them so real
Reach out to others in your darkest times, in your deepest time of need
Don’t go it alone, the answers you seek maybe when someone intercedes
I quickly joined the Navy on June the 4th, 1943,
As soon as I graduated at 17, life was definitely to be;
I received boot training in the state of Maryland,
At Bainbridge, became a navigator noble and grand.
I was sent to Amphibious Training wet, phew wee,
At Little Creek in Virginia, where I got my crew,
Of different ranks including machinists as gunners,
The craft was 56-foot, our rations made us stunners.
But I was separated from my crew, went to Plymouth,
In England, placed on a Liberty ship used to house,
Replacement cargo for artillery that got destroyed,
Which was so much longer than the crafts deployed.
In Fahnouth England, I memorised Normandy maps,
Prepared and used a Reflectoscope to turn on the taps;
We were scared of poison gas when we hit Omaha,
I was quarantined on June 1st of ’44, needed mama.
We saved many from the crafts using cargo nets sublime,
But they were difficult to climb in the rough seas, crime,
A craft almost mounted the ship ‘cos of a high wave,
And always we had to be steely and very, very brave.
The bombs from the Nazi’s were the size of footballs,
And we painstakingly recovered many bodies, stalls,
From the water which had just beaten them cruelly,
And that first D-Day morning we were losing brutally.
The Germans hedgehogs, or bombs for the landing crafts,
Fired on us from a pillbox, but in my case American staff,
Took my attacking pillbox out, and I was just so grateful,
‘Cos it was causing me havoc ‘cos I almost felt too awful.
Luckily that night two German planes simply just avoided us,
After a few days we did hydrographic 3D printing work, suss,
For which I was commended, I contributed to today’s 3D printing
Then I lead the invasion of southern France, which was amazing.
The Panama Canal saw me on a rocket ship headed for Japan,
But the A-Bomb ended the war, and we went state-side to tan,
My Honourable Discharge was in March of ’46, and I was quick,
To get back to my peacetime activities, but never forgot the sick.
The tank stopped abruptly
And we sat open mouthed
At what we beheld
Our brains could not assimilate
What our eyes were seeing
Great mounds of …. What?
It can’t be that.
All the horrors of war
We had witnessed, experienced
Since D-day
Did not prepare us
For what Belsen held in store
A place devoid of God
A place where even birdsong was banished
We dismounted and approached on foot
As each step brought us closer
Our worst fears were realised
We saw that the mounds were indeed bodies
Or something likened to bodies
Then I saw an androgynous figure
Stood at the fence
A dirty little bag of bones
Wrapped in dirty rags
Bony fingers clutching the wire
Like a birds feet gripping a trig
I reasoned it was a girl
As the rags might well have been a dress
“We are English” I said
“Don’t be afraid”
Her fleshless face was beyond gaunt,
Her shaved head little more than a skull
Her huge eyes were so black and deep
I could see into her soul
A weak smile played round her mouth
And tears welled up in her huge eyes
I would not have believed it possible
For her desiccated form
To have held enough moisture for tears
But they were there
And they ran down the grubby cheeks
Of the little bag of bones
And dripped onto her ragged dress
We ran to the gates
And forced them open
Then we stepped into the jaws of hell
More skeletal figure appeared
From amidst the piles of rotting corpses
Bemused and disbelieving
They hugged us, and thanked us
Some cried, some laughed
We gave them water
And fed them our rations
Not realising we were finishing
What the Germans had started
The food was too rich
For their weak emaciated bodies
What we didn’t realise
Was we were killing them with kindness
The girls name was Elise
She was the same age as me
But she died the next day
Her face with the huge tear filled eyes
Haunted my dreams
All of the days of my life
Penetrating my soul
And breaking my heart
My only consolation
Was that she at least knew kindness
Once more before she died
The great kilt.
“Och aye the noo”
TraIs the cat deid? –
Has the cat died? your trousers are a bit short
– like a flag flying at half mast
Liken my great grandfather did why don’t you put on a kilt
Oh yes, right now
My 16th century
Originating in the traditional
Scots bearing dress of men and boys
In the Scottish Highlands
Is a skirt-type garment with pleats at the rear?
Since the 19th century,
The kilt has become
Associated with the wider
Scottish and Gaelic cultures
A symbol of national pride and tradition
Those cultural heroes of the highlander
Yes! Even some made its way into our military units
And eventually a suited attire symbol of formality
The great kilt.
The first mention of kilts is in 1538
They were worn as full-length garments
Those Gaelic-speaking Scots Highlander men
Were the first to wear them?
The knee-length kilt that we see today
Didn't come around until the early 18th century
Those belted plaid or great kilt
Such a full-length garment
The great kilt
Whose upper half could be worn as a cloak?
Draped over the shoulder, yes even worn by soldiers
Being brought up over the head as a hood
Revealing in a distance a cloak of disability
Comes from the Scots word kilt meaning
Old Norse people donned them kjalta
Meaning lap, fold of a gathered skirt
Also a combat dress
This great kilt
Nonetheless, individual exceptions continued, and it is believed
The kilt was last widely worn in action at the Evacuation of Dunkirk
In May 1940 on D-Day, June 1944, Lord Lovat,
Commander of 1 Special Service Brigade,
This Great Kilt
Was accompanied by his personal pipers who wore a kilt
Played the bagpipes – while German bullets whizzed around him
This tradition has been continued
Within the Pipe Bands of the Republic of Ireland's Defense Forces
The Great Kilt, One of The Themes of Scotland
3/20/21-©2021
For Contest Theme of Scotland
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Old Macdonald was among allies E-I-E-I-O
And on his team he had Great Britain E-I-E-I-O
There was France and Canada
New Zealand and Russia
Also China and India
Don’t forget United States of America
E-I-E-I-O
Baba Black Sheep have you any wool?
But only for axis powers three bags full
One for Italy, One for Japan
And one for Germany who was aggressive of all.
I am a Nazi anti-semitist and racist
The holy symbol of Swastika is my basis
When Hitler is shouting hear my name
Aryans are superior of all is my claim.
If you are happy and you are Jew clap your hands
If you happy and you are Jew clap your hands
If you are happy and you are Jew and you really want to show
Nazis will send you to concentration camp.
Adolf Hitler Adolf Hitler what a star
He invaded Poland first of all
Up above he went with Denmark and Norway
And then France and Netherland became its prey.
Itsy-bitsy Britain was shocked at first
They thought that surprise air attack by Germany was the worst
But Britain Royal Air force was like that sun-shine
Which threw Luftwaffe away and beyond the line.
Sail sail, sail the ship
Gently down the stream
Be careful America
As you could be hit
By a German Submarine
United States was over the wall
Because of Attack on Pearl Harbor they had a great fall
All the soldiers
And all of its allies
Couldn’t stop this surprise attack on them.
Germany Germany turn around
Germany Germany you lost your the ground
America and Britain jump up high
Your D-Day invasion touched the sky.
Japan Japan yes America
Are you going to back down?
No America
Atomic Bomb!
No America!
Already dropped it
Ha ha ha…
Hickory Dickory dock
Hitler’s suicide was a shock
It was second of September
And at last Japan surrendered.
Hickory Dickory dock
After six years of havoc
When finally axis powers bended
The world war two ended…
INSIDE D DAY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
The weather is really lousy rained all day
I’m so nervous and edgy, I’m learning to pray
We are prepped and ready to complete our tasks
Now’s the moment, the hour, for the invasion of France
My buddy tall and skinny, we call him Guana
From some little town near Birmingham, Alabama
He talks funny with a southern nasal drawl
I’m from Pittsburgh, he’s teaching me to say yall
It’s 3 AM and I haven’t slept well for several days
Fully geared, scared, but with a positive gaze
Brother graduated high school may enlist this summer
Heard the last word a dying man says is mama
There’s 24 men in this landing craft, all are grim
Knowing survival of an amphibious landing is slim
Heads down, you’ll get a good look soon enough
I’m wondering how many will die scaling that bluff
Our section of beach has the code name Omaha
Noise, sirens, destroyer firing a constant pah, pah, pah
Racing to shore, any moment, a need to quickly disembark
I wonder if the red roses are blooming at Columbus Park?
There’s incoming ordinance, you hear it pinging on the boat
When I exit, if it’s too deep, I’ll drop everything, so I can float
The boat has stopped, quite a distance from the shore
Heart pounding, mouth bone dry, awaiting, drop of the door
I look at my buddies, all silent, some their eyes closed
Lips moving, a rosary, the hope of survival fully exposed
We’ve trained for this exercise over and over again
If we disembark rapidly, we won’t lose too many men
Door drops, men begin exiting, lives hanging on a thread
Wading their way to the shore thru the dying and dead
Got to the beach, looking for cover, I see my friend Guana
Suddenly I’m looking up at the sky: Did I come this far to die?
My thoughts all go childhood, I can only think of my mama
Marble Stars of David and Marble Crosses
75th Anniversary-D-Day
June 6, 1944
Gratitude to all soldiers who
died on D-Day.
Unless all nations had decided
to end Hitler's rule!
And nations were willing to call
evil for what it was,
The Fuhrer and his madmen
might still be in power now.
We compare our leaders to that
madman?
How utterly juvenile, shameful
and maddeningly futile.
You can see which group who is
dedicated to stopping total free
speech, or what we can see,
hear or read.
Hitler did the same.
Remember?
They beat people who were not
of the Third Reich thinking.
Killed not only Jews,but also
gypsies,Christians even Greek
Jews, too. And countless more.
Suppression is going on here,
and it sets my heart to sinking.
When will we stop harming others
for their beliefs or thinking?
D-Day gets almost zero attention
in America.
I was moved by the marble Stars
of David and marble crosses at
Normandy!
Where thousands died to save you
and me.
Yes, from all nations!
9,000 plus buried in hallowed
ground.
A number, far from small.
But, in those days, people did
understand:
If you do not have freedom to
be politically and religiously
free,
You don't have freedom at all.
No poem I ever write equals the
valor of a soldier.
Wear a uniform is San Francisco
hired protestors spit on you!
That shows me how precarious
our freedom is.
It comes with a price.
The price is your willingness to
stand for this country and not
allow it to be treated as a joke.
++In memory the greatest,who
not only fought but came back
and built this American nation.++
Mein Kampf is still very popular in a
certain part of the world.
Check where online! Gross!
June 6, 2019
Noon PST
America is an idea
that "all men are created equal,"
before we cared to define "human", "created", or "equal."
America is freedom for our grandchildren
in a manner we will never understand.
It is the founding fathers who died for liberty.
It is the darker brothers who fought for justice from kitchens and pulpits.
It is the poor, the huddled masses,
And their children who have forgotten this.
It is green cards that become blue passports.
It is unlearning the language of our grandparents.
It is knowing how to pronounce Arkansas and Illinois
It is enjoying barbecues on somber national holidays.
It is unbridled enthusiasm.
It is unbridled arrogance.
It is rugged individualism;
It is passionate paternalism.
It is hellfire that scorches deserts.
It is a gust that has fanned flames.
It is a cool rain that puts out fires.
From sea to shining sea--
It is Manifest Destiny
from Louis and Clark to Wounded Knee.
It is Topaz, and McCarthy,
and hundreds of things we would rather forget.
It is D-day, and Neil Armstrong,
and thousands of things we forget to celebrate.
America is a dream that rings from the red hills of Georgia
to the curvaceous slopes of California
to New York Island.
It is patriotism;
it is progress.
It is the blind worship of our past.
It is red. It is blue.
It is red, white, and blue.
It is what half of us say it isn't.
I say it evolves constantly;
others say it was created in His image.
It is everything I hold dear;
it is everything that infuriates me.
It is the warmth that makes my eyes tear
when I hear the Star Spangled Banner
at football games,
on July 4th,
or on September 11th.
It is hope.
It is the promise of a better tomorrow.
It is what ever I am.
I, too, am America.