For all those who have given everything, that we should enjoy our freedom... I salute and thank you all. Seventy Years, A Million Tears. David Harker Ordinary men in troubled times On decks we stand and cry, Fearful, afraid, uncertain yet all prepared to die Landing craft pitch and heave bump and ride the tide Ramps grind then fall; the gates of hell flung wide Young soldiers all, we surge and run through swarms of coppered lead, bullets fizz and fly, they pass to summon forth the dead heavy slap, then comrades fall they die - their luck all run shells hammer, thumping shock on chest and gut they drum Push forward now and upwards beyond that hellish maw the sights we see, the horrors get upon that Stygian shore On tortured lung we reach the ridge dropping all our foes then run Was it Death that gladly scythed the beach Or just a mothers son Seventy years of washing Those waves on foreign shore Will not wipe away nor diminish That courageous battle corps Now serried ranks of gravestones Stand tall and fair and proud Spilled the blood of heroes They faced theirs fear unbowed. Stand tall my fellow freemen And shed ye not a tear These men, these boys died fighting So we would have no fear…
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 15:32:26 +0000
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