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Type: Rhyming
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A Normandy Reflective
  

Point du Hoc   4:30 am

" Mein Gott im  Himmel!”  was all he intoned

As the soldier peered through the casement’s slot

The sky’s so dark, and oh the fog!  he moaned,

Mein Führer’s pronounced, "Pas d'Calais’s the spot”!?

 

"Then why are we here; all cannon removed?"

"We defend to the death!" Mein Herr reproved.

Their armada then fired, intending us harm

"Alarm-Brüder, der Angriff ist da …ALARM !!!"


Off  Pointe du Hoc-   LCA- 413   5:30 am

My God in heaven,  Those cliffs are so high

Our task is surmount, too many will die

Lord, grant me courage and strength to o’ercome

Fears and anxieties, ‘til this job is done.

 

 Aboard the flagship USS Augusta CA-31   8:00am

Oh My God in Heaven, what have we done!

Logistics failing, troops, under the gun.

Our casualties are high; they can’t retire;

  Destroyers, target the Huns,… Open fire !! 

 

 

A Chaplin

 on Omaha Beach 9:30 am


  God in Heaven, I pray for these fallen men

Gather them up to their final rest, Amen

So many have died, the carnage is stark

We’ll work through this day and into the dark.

 

  There are no rests in this symphony of death,

  A cacophony of sound, then the silenced breath?

As long as they hear the whine of the rounds, OK,

When the bullet cease to sing, thus ends their day.

 

Her Majestys Canadian  3rd Infantryman

On a Quincy boat at Juno Beach  7:30 am

 

My God in heaven, Am I growing daft?

I’m a soldier, not sailor; at sea on this raft!

Our sergeant is tough, but, leads from behind

We’re but gun fodder; the German’s … unkind

 

When we hit the beach, and the ramp dropped down

I ducked into the fray, … three fell to the ground.

The bullets were screaming just o’er my head

I turned to find Bertie; He’s lying there dead.

 

Our goal: Halt the foe on byways inland,

That won’t be done lying here in the sand.

Then up with me mates, there’s work to be done

Our goal: To stop the advance of the Hun.

 

USS LCI(L) – 9

(attached to the British Naval Force S)   

At Sword Beach  7:30 am


My God in heaven, this is such a mess

All these ships sailed, to the Germans, duress

We’ve delivered our troops onto the beach,

With some "Funny” tanks, their defenses to breach.

 

Machine gun nests, opened up on our craft

 From the many hotels along the beach

The Navy then closed these hotels for good;

  9 cannon fired… those Inns no longer stood!!

 

On Normandy’s coast, Allies paid the price.

To end this horrid war, to put our foe on ice.

We planned and conceived, then trained and deceived

‘Til all who were conquered, were finally relieved. 


Thank you all, for your Service

 

Bruce A. Peaslee

©June 2019

Author's Notes:
This week marks the 75th anniversary of D-Day.   My dad was in the Navy, attached with the British Royal Navy, to deliver the British 3rd Division and Hobart's "Funnies" to Sword beach.  The British were short on Large Infantry landing craft LCI(L)'s so The US Navy augmented the British Naval contingent.
 
This poem tries to look at the Invasion, through all the eyes of those involved.
 
---Poetrydad---        
 
 
In German, the 8th line is:  Attention!  Brothers-The Invasion is here!!  Attention!
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on July 18, 2019 02:44:15 PM Report

Hitler couldn't understand why the British people did not crumble and submit to the nightly blitz attack on London. Bombing civilians does not frighten the public into surrender. It just pisses them OFF. Beautiful write, Bruce....len
Comment By: Freenoah count on June 9, 2019 08:30:54 PM Report
You touched a lot of bases, I'd call it a homerun.  And the very last line says it all. 
Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on June 5, 2019 04:12:06 PM Report

Thanks I actually work at Omaha Beach at Fort Jackson and I am surprise how little the soldiers in training are educated


So I will post this in the cadre shack


thanks


dan






 


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