大象传媒

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Snatched from Neptune's mighty hand
And cast ashore in a foreign land.
What horrors on us befell
As we pushed our way through a living hell.
The dead, the dying, twix sand and stones,
A mangled mass of flesh and bones.
A battle won at countless cost,
With many of our comrades lost.

Many years have now flown by
Since the day we saw our comrades die.
Our bodies now get frail and weak
But still our buddies graves we seek.
There we kneel in silent prayer
To show our grief and shed a tear.
Will this now be our last farewell?
Only health and time will tell.
Did you hear that bugle call
For our fallen comrades, one and all?

We will remember them!

Poem for the 55'h Anniversary of the Normandy Landings

C Crain

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