And now, I’ve landed on this beach It takes sixty odd years to reach As this generation of mine is ordered on to life’s front line The targets of a fusillade that force us to think of God Reluctantly we storm this beach Advancing to fill up the breach Created by that fallen corp Of elders who charged here before While we enjoyed our middle age We moved from fire, we now engage A withering barrage rakes this beach Its bullets bear the names of each Of those who set foot on these sands Old general calendar commands Advancing to a sure defeat Without The option to retreat We knew, before we hit this beach The enemy that we besiege Has ammunition for us all Who has casualties must fall Not one will manage to survive Nobody leaves this beach alive For those arriving on this beach There is no prayer to pray or preach To beg us off in any tongue Since we’ve outlived dying young And for surviving, in exchange Now face the fire at point blank range The witness we bear on this beach Has only one lesson to teach Here the carnage never stops As everyday another drops Some classmate, relative, or friend Whose attack comes to abrupt end So on into the breach my peers Who knows how many weeks or years Remain ‘til you and I are hit As we inch onward bit by bit We only know our lives will bleach Eternally out on this beach
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 20:20:53 +0000
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