I have a bad habit of not posting for ages and then doing two within a week, don’t I?
I need to fix that, but for now, it’s a good cause.
Today is Memorial Day. It’s meaning seems to be lost amongst the picnics, boat rides, fishing trips, and flag-themed cakes, but the importance still remains.
I would strongly urge you to take a single moment out of your busy day to remember those that gave their lives for your freedom as well as the families who are grieving for them today.
Pray for the families that are hurting instead of splashing around at the beach, who are laying flowers down at a grave instead of getting together with family, who are trying to get through the day instead of enjoying it.
Now, I was going to share this poem I wrote on the anniversary of D-Day (June 6th), but I figured it would be more appropriate for today.
*bites nails nervously*
Hope you enjoy!
Hard-edged brass and bogged-down shoes
We guessed we’d be tomorrow’s news
The lives we lost, we kept close score
On that cool summer night back in ‘44
Silhouettes against a black sky, metal floated down
Sparks swirling in the air, jewels on a crown
The clack of dying engines, faltering mid-flight
Then a dance of fire across the bleak midnight
Omaha, Gold, Juno, Utah, and Sword
Boots hit the ground and in came our hordes
Boys with fresh faces, our loyalty to send
It didn’t take long to turn into men
I rushed in, not once looking back
But that was when Germans began to attack
Men once standing, were now very still
Machine-gun fire rained down from a hill
A smatter of liquid hits me mid-fire
A soldier tumbles amidst the swampy mire
I keep running forward, my uniform a shell
I knew I’d be with him tonight as well
Devil on my shoulder, heaven on my side
The earth is shattered, the universe collides
The sand is red for all to see
And death, so cold, stands next to me
Attack, attack, and attack again
For freedom, for liberty, for life to amend
Mortar fire blasted us all to pieces
Tattered and broken were once strong legions
We all lost part of ourselves that night
The part that knew what’s wrong and right
Point, aim, shoot, cover
Duck, run, flash, and thunder
But the world did not end, no, not that day
Because freedom was fought, our lives to lay
We moved on from the horrors we sought
But the sacrifice we made was not forgot
Most were nineteen, some twenty-three
Tomorrow became a day they’d never see
Across the beach, white figures are dotted
With the memory of men in the form of crosses
The brave young men from land, sea, and air
Now comb down our scarce, white hair
We remember our brothers across the sea
Who stayed behind, back in Normandy
Happy Memorial Day, friends!