Joseph T. Renaldi
D - Day - Invasion Of Normandy - Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
Buried in a cemetery on Normandy's hallowed ground
are the remains of many soldiers who faced a crucial test,
and made the supreme sacrifice while invasion bound.
Today, their simple grave sites can be readily found,
Unfortunate victims of the conflict - their grave markers attest.
There were many soldiers on June 6th of 1944 who stood
nervously aboard landing crafts that fateful day,
where many gallant and courageous soldiers constantly would
openly pray and promise to alter their life if they could
while participating in the invasion of Normandy on D-Day.
Everywhere along the beach the enemy artillery shelled
the invading forces with deadly explosives where they lay.
Yet, not many soldiers complained or quailed
when their wounded comrades around them wailed
their death cries in Normandy on D- Day.
On and on the determined and weary forces swept
through the artillery barrage that didn't wither away.
When the dead and wounded fell, the living stepped,
attempting to charge the enemy's stronghold which kept
them bogged down on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day.
The enemy eventually fell back under pressure at last
by successfully attacking them where their strength lay,
Moving with a sweep of their flanking batteries fast,
and withstanding their constant artillery blast,
Stormed their fortifications in Normandy on D- Day.
There aren't many soldiers alive today - those who pressed
beside their fellow country men who perished that day -
but the surviving veterans have always confessed
they would prefer to keep tales of their experiences at rest
when they were involved in the invasion of Normandy on D- Day.
The symbolic flags on the gravesites still wave,
and there are occasions when bugles still play,
Where white, permanent crosses on each grave
keep alive the memory of the Nation's brave
who fought and died in Normandy on D- Day.
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