They say three thousand men
Died on Omaha Beach
In 1944;
Far from their mother’s arms

And their father’s proud reach,
Brave men, who walked the path
Of death, paid the highest
Cost with their bone and flesh,

Another red sea was
This, coloured by rivers
From young men’s veins, lost limbs,
Lost lives, and battered brains,

And far from homes across
The sea and loved one’s touch
And kiss and hold. Such is
The price of peace, the cost

Of war, remember them
And the high price they paid
And where their bones are laid.