D-Day 6th June 1944.
Posted: 2006-06-06 12:30
I couldnt find this topic here and i searched! but no luck, we need to respect the soldiers.
Today, some 62 years ago, British/American/Canadian soldiers landed on the harsh beaches of Normandy, France. The beaches were cut down into seperate landing zones.
This poem is dedicated to the brave soldiers that landed on the beaches of Normandy, June 6th 1944.
Memories
The quiet rippling of the waves,
Try to wash the memories away.
I lay on the sands of history,
Remembering my sorry fate,
A silent victim of that time,
But I go unseen, unheard, by people passing by,
Merely a memory of a terrible time.
No one sees my blood spilled on the yellow dunes,
No one hears my cry as they pass by.
I remember blood, noise, the stench of battle and war.
But the waters of time try to wash that away.
No stench of war, no bloodstained beaches
These things go unseen, unheard by people passing by,
Merely memories of a horrifying time.
We went with smiles on our faces,
Pride in our hearts.
Feeling like we can make a difference.
We sang and laughed and held our heads high.
The eyes of the world are turning to us.
But these things go unseen, unheard by people passing by,
Merely memories of a proud time.
We jumped into ice cold water up to our faces,
We carried our burdensome packs on our backs,
We were bombarded by shells that hit the beaches,
Sand flew up in our eyes and blinded our instincts,
Bodies were ripped into shreds by machine guns,
But these things go unseen, unheard by people passing by,
Merely memories of a hell bent time.
So I lie on this beach, and remember that time,
Where we were courageous, and great men had died.
I realise how meaningful we were to the world,
To see people walking with free will and life,
And as I rest, watching the world with my comrades,
People pass by my silent white grave,
Not knowing my story as they look at my name,
Merely a memory of a worthwhile time.
Poem By James Gill...
I salute the soldiers who fought that day. *Salute*
Today, some 62 years ago, British/American/Canadian soldiers landed on the harsh beaches of Normandy, France. The beaches were cut down into seperate landing zones.
- Omaha - American Forces hit this beach
- Utah - American Forces hit this beach
- Gold - British Forces hit this beach
- Juno - Canadian Forces hit this beach
- Sword - British Forces hit this beach
This poem is dedicated to the brave soldiers that landed on the beaches of Normandy, June 6th 1944.
Memories
The quiet rippling of the waves,
Try to wash the memories away.
I lay on the sands of history,
Remembering my sorry fate,
A silent victim of that time,
But I go unseen, unheard, by people passing by,
Merely a memory of a terrible time.
No one sees my blood spilled on the yellow dunes,
No one hears my cry as they pass by.
I remember blood, noise, the stench of battle and war.
But the waters of time try to wash that away.
No stench of war, no bloodstained beaches
These things go unseen, unheard by people passing by,
Merely memories of a horrifying time.
We went with smiles on our faces,
Pride in our hearts.
Feeling like we can make a difference.
We sang and laughed and held our heads high.
The eyes of the world are turning to us.
But these things go unseen, unheard by people passing by,
Merely memories of a proud time.
We jumped into ice cold water up to our faces,
We carried our burdensome packs on our backs,
We were bombarded by shells that hit the beaches,
Sand flew up in our eyes and blinded our instincts,
Bodies were ripped into shreds by machine guns,
But these things go unseen, unheard by people passing by,
Merely memories of a hell bent time.
So I lie on this beach, and remember that time,
Where we were courageous, and great men had died.
I realise how meaningful we were to the world,
To see people walking with free will and life,
And as I rest, watching the world with my comrades,
People pass by my silent white grave,
Not knowing my story as they look at my name,
Merely a memory of a worthwhile time.
Poem By James Gill...
I salute the soldiers who fought that day. *Salute*
Two years ago I was on vacation in Normandy to see the old Atlantikwall. A lot of different landing places I went to and because it was 60 years ago there where a lot of museums about the invasion. The German bunkers and heavy defences where great to see, makes you wonder how the Allies ever where able to set a foot on land. And those German cannons could shoot many, many miles in the sea (I think I still have some pictures of those). Also I visited a place which has been heavily bombed by the Allies and they never restored the bombed ground so you could see the huge craters from the artillery shells. It looked like Teletubby land. There where also bunkers with more than 1 meter thick concrete (maybe thicker, I can't remember exactly) which where ripped apart by bombs. And the beaches are very big in Normandy. And I also visited German and Allied cemetaries. A lot of Germans who died over there where just 17 years old (saw that on the graves). And from both sides the ages where around 20-25 years old. And next to the place I slept there was a beautiful blondhaired girl. Her grandfather was English/Scottish and took part of the invasion and after the invasion he married a French woman. They had kids and those kids had other kids and she (the blond girl) was one of those kids! But she could barely speak English and I can't speak French... Well, just wanted to say that. 
