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Your last words as you led the charge up the beach were, "Okay, men, let's show 'em whose beach this is!"
(Paddy Chayefsky (1923-1981), U.S. author, screenwriter, and Arthur Hiller. Bus Cummings (James Coburn), The Americanization of Emily, explaining to Charlie what the Navy reported he said as he became the first man on Omaha Beach (1964).
Charlie's petulant reply is, "Not quite the epic stature of 'We've just begun to fight.'" Based on the novel by William Bradford Huie.)
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The first dead man on Omaha Beach must be a sailor!
(Paddy Chayefsky (1923-1981), U.S. author, screenwriter, and Arthur Hiller. Admiral Jessup (Melvyn Douglas), The Americanization of Emily, recurring line (1964).
The Admiral, in a delusional state, decides the first casualty on D-Day must be from the Navy in order to help the Navy's publicity. Based on the novel by William Bradford Huie.)
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Sing there upon the beach
Till all's beyond death's reach,
And empty shells reply
That all things flourish.
(Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Lift through the breaking day.")
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Her bones
under the flesh are white
as sand which along a beach
covers but keeps the print
of the crescent shapes beneath.
(Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hippolytus Temporizes.")
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She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it.
(William Gibson (b. 1948), U.S. science fiction (cyberpunk) writer. Mona Lisa Overdrive, ch. 3, Bantam Spectra (1988).)
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The white stretch
of its white beach,
curved as the moon crescent
or ivory when some fine hand
chisels it.
(Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Thetis.")
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Here, in front of the summer hotel
the beach waits like an altar.
(Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "The Kite.")
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Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I;
And fast I gather, bit by bit,
The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry.
The wild waves reach their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit—
One little sandpiper and I.
(Celia Thaxter ("Laighton") (1835-1894), U.S. poet. The Sandpiper (l. 1-8). . .
Oxford Book of Children's Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1973) Oxford University Press.)
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