Seventy Five Years In The Passing..A D-Day Tribute.
Seventy five years in the passing,
The 6th of June; brave troops amassing.
Nobody knew how countless would pay,
For saving our souls that proud D-Day.
From hillsides, valleys, towns & moors,
They set off, leaving British shores.
A rendezvous of military purpose,
They called it Piccadilly Circus.
Fine young men, compressed in ships,
Sick & queasy from ocean dips.
Allied forces all combined,
Normandy beckoned; massed lives confined.
None can say how many we lost,
They clambered beaches, and counted the cost.
Who would escape from enemy fire,
Who’d be weeping in heavenly choir.
Bloodstained letters from those who fell,
“If you’re reading this..” they all could tell.
Roll calls told of those who gave,
Heartfelt thanks from the gratefully saved.
Generations lost their Dads,
Husbands, sons; bereft comrades.
Fated Families would never flourish,
War distinguished every last wish.
We remember hero soldiers true,
Give every single one their due.
They gave for me, and gave for you,
It’s the very least that we can do.
5th June 2019
How moving it’s been, watching the D-Day commemorations, marking 75 years since the momentous landings by allied forces, on the Normandy beaches, during World War II. Those of us who haven’t lived through such dreadful times, will never be able to comprehend the enormity of the conflict & fallout of war. I hope we never have to.
This is my tribute to the brave, the heroes. So many would never come back, their family lines finished there, no more generations to carry on their heroic genes. Thank goodness enough brave, young men, from allied forces, were successful during the invasion, marking the beginning of the end of WWII, which eventually secured our freedom.
The photo is one I took at The Tower Of London, during the ceramic poppy installation, marking 100 years since the beginning of WWI. However, thinking of the D-Day anniversary, it struck me that the poppies looked like the blood-soaked sea, and the shadows on the wall reminded me of apparitions of the soldiers charging onto the beaches.