D-DAY, JUNE 6, 1944

Omaha Beach

[Photo of Omaha Beach from wikipedia]

Tomorrow marks the 75th anniversary of D-Day when the Allies bravely landed in Normandy to begin the liberation of France and to defeat Hitler’s tyranny.

This poem is my tribute to my dear, late father who fought there, that day, along with thousands of other brave soldiers from several countries.  May we long remember D-Day and all they sacrificed!

D-DAY, JUNE 6, 1944

Let me tell you a tale

About courage and more,

 

On D-Day, June 6, 1944,

D-Day was part of the Allied advance,

 

It was the Normandy invasion,

To liberate France,

 

But our soldiers also fought

For America to stay free,

 

And many gave their lives

To quash Nazi tyranny,

 

The D-Day beaches of Operation Overlord,

Were Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno, and Sword,

 

Two friends landed on Omaha beach that day,

One came home, the other stayed,

 

One seaman, Hugh Goolsby, was a young Georgia boy,

His friend, James Vistain, was from Illinois,

 

Facing relentless gunfire, they ran to reach

The protection of a seawall on Omaha Beach,

 

Nazi gunners fired down from the cliffs above,

Reaching safety was all the boys could think of,

 

Hugh made it safely; he was fine,

Poor James died from a Nazi landmine,

 

Hugh, a medic, tried in vain,

To save his friend, James Vistain,

 

Onward and onward,

Wave after wave,

 

Many brave soldiers

Fell into a watery grave,

 

Brave U.S. Rangers also climbed

The cliffs at Pointe du Hoc,

 

Eventually, after fierce fighting,

They cleaned each Nazi’s clock!

 

“D-Day” meant war, with danger and chance,

Thousands died for the liberation of France,

 

Remember the Alamo, remember the Maine,

And long remember D-Day and every James Vistain!

FEAR, COURAGE, AND JUNGLE BEASTS

jungle

FEAR, COURAGE, AND JUNGLE BEASTS

I walked into the jungle alone,

With great trepidation and dread,

And with no gun or smart phone,

I just knew I’d soon be dead!

 

Should we thus fear life?

And dread each day til we’re old?

Must we experience strife?

And endure daily miseries untold?

 

Or should we plunge into the dark,

And face the jungle without fear?

Is the answer so stark?

Is that why we are here?

 

Sorry!  I’m no Socratic scholar!

But I finally found peace, at least!

Didn’t you hear me holler?

When I was eaten by a jungle beast?!   🙂