I stormed the beach
In a foreign land
My hands held tight
To what would save my life
It was not raining
Yet thunder shook my body
The air was thick
Men were falling
Killing for a cause
To over throw the wicked
To write history in blood
Victory for now
So look upon your friends
The ones who didnt fall
To know their days are numbered
Should we not learn to get along
Beautiful poem Gary Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to write history in blood Victory for now.... good one