Eighty Years On
Back on the beaches of Normandy
The old men are assembled there
On walking sticks or Zimmer frames
Some confined to their wheelchair,
This diminishing band of heroes,
Survivors from eighty years before
Who by ship, parachute and glider
Were transported to the horror of war.
Now sitting with a quiet dignity to
Remember the beginning of the end
The blood, pain, swear and tears
The loss of comrade and friend.
For many maybe the last chance
To visit those beaches again
This slowly dwindling band
Of valiant and proud old men.
They are there to receive tribute
For the sacrifice so many made,
To appear before a grateful world
On this their maybe last Parade.
Many years ago a promise spoken
Which has been faithfully met
For your suffering and sacrifice
We pledge again we’ll not forget.
6th June 1944 nearly 160 thousand allied troops landed on the beaches at Normandy to start the beginning of the end of WW2 in Europe. The largest Naval invasion in history.
In addition more landed by glider and parachute.
D-Day had begun.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2024
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