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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kudos to landrey for finally writing a poem that starts with A. these Ts and Ws are killing me. it takes forever to find them. anyway, some of these are quite good, and of course i'm eagerly anticipating number 100. start it with another A, just for me? ?