This was written on the sixtieth anniversary of D-Day
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A thousand ships put to sea, a vast unseen armada
Intent on smashing their way through the armored gates
Named Sword, Juno, Gold, Omaha and Utah,
Of Hitler’s vaunted Festung Europa.
High winds, pounding seas and driving rain.
A bad day to invade, the Wehrmacht thought.
Thousands of seasick GI’s agreed,
Waiting to embark in the predawn murk.
The air was filled with the howl of shells
Pounding the beaches and cliffs,
Punctuated with the rasp of 88’s and thud of mortars
Returned fire, blasting landing craft to drown off the beach.
Finally, the shore was reached, hemstitched with fire and shell
And ten thousand young men raced into Hell.
The first wave was ashore, grimly hanging on,
With ninety percent casualties, walking wounded still fighting.
Festung Europa was beginning to crack
As more poured ashore with no turning back.
Pinned down on the beaches, no Dunquerque this time,
They fought their way up the bluffs.
By the end of the day, that beachhead had spread
Miles into the French countryside.
The sound of village church bells rang the knell
Of Hitler’s “Thousand Year Reich.”
And mourned the death of so many thousands,
British, American, Canadian, Frenchmen, Poles and Dutch
Who waded into that bloody shore
And quickly found an end to their war.
Now, old men roam amongst the headstones,
Seeking the names and resting places
Of the lost friends of their youth.
While in the background, the bands and politicians play.
They shake their heads and wipe away a tear
Finding those who died to bring about peace
For the children and grandchildren they never knew,
Who now are immersed in wars of their own.
The memory of man must be short.
As long as there are politicians and zealots
Who dream of Empire and conquest,
Control of oil, or grain, or water or wealth,
There is an inexhaustible reservoir of
Youth, and blood, and dreams
That can be ordered forth
To be poured upon the soil.
And only a few old men left at graveside
To bow their grizzled heads and pray,
“Oh, Lord, let our sacrifice be enough.
Let our children live in peace.”
Steve Osborn
6 June 2004
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It would appear that we haven’t learned a thing, have we.










