Beach Soldier Poems

THE EVER DWINDLING FEW
				      At Juno Beach

At Juno Beach an old man stands and limps down  to the shore,
Where...

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I am a soldier with no rank
I'm on a beach behind a tank.

With bullets whizzing and shell's that crack
Bravery I do not lack.

We strom a...

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The beach has slowly eroded
Waves breaking further away
Creeping closer

The sand’s remaining grains
Tease my fragile fingers
Taunting the distance

Time’s tide rolls slowly
Chasing a sand crab
Looking for me

Swirling...

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I race toward my workspace, now battle station
Code Zebra, ASAP, batten down the hatches!
Ka-boom!  Boom!  Boom!  A trance-like sensation
Shipmates scramble for smokes...

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Four fast friends and I sailed away to war.
Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever.
On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor.
His sap of Spring...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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Welcome home the family has missed you                        Dad come down now    ...

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I will board a plane
and visit the grave
of that brave soldier
who left his country
to defend the principles of liberty
banned by a heartless dictator
who praised a...

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Suribachi

At the base of Suribachi
Within reach of the beach,
The mountain towers as I shrink
Into guts of hate,—malignant:
With a rifle and bayonet, and grenades
And murdering hands
To...

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West Saint John has many ghosts,
As many ghosts as people.
They move in mist where shadows twist,
And scrutinize church steeples.

Martello Tower proudly sits
Upon the Carleton Heights.
A...

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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...

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We stepped down from our comfortable bus,
Strong winds whipping the flags to attention.
We walked across a narrow parking lot
Along a narrow path towards the sea,
Just...

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NINETEEN FORTY TWO
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


As a young man in Jersey I wanted to be a cop
One sunday morning that dream came to a stop
Our nation...

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He's used to war, he fights real hard,
He's a soldier, he's battle scarred.
The enemy is weak, there is nothing to fear,
His compassion is gone, he...

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I was in-processing my Army unit in Germany when the fortieth anniversary of D-Day happened; but, alas, I couldn't leave.  I wanted so much...

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