May 2014
Sharp rocks mark my skin
Ice water fills my boots
There is a distinctive high whine
followed by a deafening explosion
4 dead
7 injured
The screams and shrieks
of men
who feel like boys
calling for their mother
or for a god
are drowned out by the
fast paced “clickclickclick”
13 dead
10 injured
Ice water fills my boots
There is a distinctive high whine
followed by a deafening explosion
4 dead
7 injured
The screams and shrieks
of men
who feel like boys
calling for their mother
or for a god
are drowned out by the
fast paced “clickclickclick”
13 dead
10 injured
In March I went on a trip to tour the battlefields and beaches of Normandy, and it was a great experience that impacted me strongly. Learning about the brave men and women who suffered in the war gave me a new appreciation for history, and a new gratitude towards those who lived through it. This poem is about the landing on Juno beach.
