Lets not forget the heroes of our nation that sacrificed their lifes all those years ago on D Day June 6th 1944. By Phil Pead, Their bodies and parachutes hung from the trees, Near a church tower in Normandy at St Mere Eglise, Eighty Second Airborne from a tracer filled sky, The dice roll of fate choosing those who would die. There are hundreds and hundreds on Omaha Beach, The cliff tops above them now forever out of reach, With mortars and machines guns and 88s as well, It’s a wonder that any could’ve lived through that hell. Gliders troops from the Sixth took the bridges at Orne, But some never saw that first breaking of dawn, They held out through daylight as the Panzers attacked, But they never retreated, they never fell back. The Eagles were screaming as they took Carentan, They didn’t all make it, but the Germans, they ran, Clearing the streets as the mortar shells burst, Dying in scores were the Hundred and First. Canadians that fought near the town of Courseulles, Torn up and mangled by huge jerry shells, They all knew the danger, some knew that they’d fall, As they ran through the bullets to breach the sea wall. British Commandos at Ouistreham, Queen Red, The bridgehead they took there was paid for in dead, Advancing inland as the day carried on, Fewer and fewer with a lot of mates gone. If you visit years later and hear the sea roar, Don’t forget those who went there in June 44, For all those that fought there and the many that died, Appreciate your Freedom and Remember them with Pride.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 23:07:54 +0000