All Up In Arms Poem by Landrey

the day before D-Day
every post is alert
the start of the end
still, letters don’t hurt

the day of invasion
every gun is loaded
the crippling blow
still, waters run red

the charge up the beachhead
all but him get mowed down
the hell of his life
still, she wears white gown

the anguish of waiting
it’s the treaty for him
for her: his return
still, chances are slim

the joy of V-E Day
every train-car is bought
the return is certain
still, feelings are taut

the day of arrival
every worry just harms
the her sees the him
snap, all up in arms

he laid it all down
by taking up arms
then laid them back down
taking her in his arms.