The Beaches of Normandy

A letter home from a soldier the day after D-Day.

My Dear, it has been

Ninety-four days

since the time when

you saw me on my way.

The beach air is cool.

We sit by the fire, silent,

Remembering our brave fools,

Who suffered a death most violent.

They sacrificed themselves

To get us this far;

Yet we may fall to the shells,

That leave the Earth scarred.

The once blue water runs red

from allies and enemies alike. 

The beach itself seems to bleed

from our countries decisive strike.

Such a gruesome sight

That you should never see.

Our strength and might

Will force their flee.

I will fight to free

These once peaceful beaches,

So you can see

This beauty during all the seasons.

I will return home,

My Dear.

Pray with Rome,

That you may never fear.