On
a solemn day marked by a dwindling band of the Greatest Generations
Leaders
of the free world met at Portsmouth and
Normandy to pay homage and veneration
For
those brave souls that jumped into the night air, charged down the ramps,
climbed the cliffs
While
the beaches and ocean waters were died red, bodies slowly in an out tide incoming
drift
No
body armor, no tanks to hide behind
Only
MG 42’s and 88’s spewing death from the other side
No
place to cower, no place to hide
Too
many floating graves washed in by the incoming tide
Not
a sure thing, a great fear that while on the beaches German panzers would appear
Men
willing to die or be maimed to protect the values they and we held dear
75
years later at Normandy our leaders expressed sincere thanks
Heard
by a dwindling number of men in their 90’s from the Greatest Generation’s ranks
To
insure that those who were maimed or died never sacrificed in vain
Let
us strive for peace by letting our military never weaken or wane
So
never again will our young men and women by the thousands have to set foot on
foreign lands
Or
jump from boats to run hell bent into deadly fire across blood stained sands
©
June 6, 2019 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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