All In
All in
Deserted beaches. Beautiful. Quiet. Tides stood. Faded by their allotted rounds. History has an appointment to keep. Gold. Utah. Juno. Omaha. Sword. Normandy, France. Overlord. To keep not hold.
Forward, lethal, deadly pitch. Channel arrears irrelevant. All in, no return,
the damned on top.
All in. Quiet, Beautiful. None to dispute or disturb. Not so. Dawn.
1944 day of reckoning. Smoke and noise. Noise and smoke.
All in. At Normandy.
Arising here. End of evil. Drawn in, those who wished and them whom not.
They were there, men of honor. Valiant, sworn by sacred oaths, less known today the price they paid. With life’s blood and sweat. Their callings, Advanced at Normandy.
Normandy Beaches once quiet. Sixty miles agreed by five. knowing full well their sacrifice. Fated, this age of men and boys, fought for the all. Damned or not. Once gulls floated as they do again. Man’s best being done. Spirits
soar. Overlord.
The dead are reposed, now assured we make, the taking of life and land.
By force, where necessary, backed by must, the living, with sacred obligation. Stand poised. Ready, to be called again. Stand and deliver. Bargained again with blood’s swift sword.
Copyright © Dave Moon | Year Posted 2016
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