Bullets fly by like the firefly
Don't stop or you'll die
The icy waters of Normandy
Numbs the pain the eye can't see
Keep your gun clean and your head down
Crawl your way up through the blood and all
This was the way I saw it then
I say never again
I can still hear the bullets zip by
Then there was the battle cry
To you they seem like long ago
To me they are there on my pillow
So here it be i am 93
And these horrible memories are ever close to me
Ryan was saved to live and be free
Without him there would be no movie
To make a movie of such a time
Makes me wonder why we held the line
No rehearsal could have opened our eyes
To what the enemy had in disguise
A night of brutality there by the sea
Now brought to all thanks to film and TV
For many to sit in comfort and say
We owe much to these young men who died that day
There seems to be a riddle
Here in front of me
You at home with snacks in hand
Watching my comrades die in the cold sand
Nick Krakana
copyright 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem