On this somber day
Where allied blood once ran free;
I am reflective.
Wondering…what it was like
Staring down death and bullet.
Alone, but not so,
Brothers shoulder to shoulder
On that distant shore.
Seventy years on it lives
In those few that still remain.
You can see their pride,
You can see their welling tears
As if yesterday.
Thinking about friends they’d lost
As the price for our freedom.
Remember their dead.
Many scarcely got to live;
Few had said goodbye,
None had regretted the cause
That changed world history.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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