Arromanche,
and the sea ran red,
a scarlet tide mark on the beach,
left as the water went out,

I went to Dunquerke,
aged eleven,
much of a nothingness,
a mud flat beach,
just a plaque,
standing lonely,
A memoir,
of the lost and lonely,
and today,
and that,
that is my childhood naive memory.

Seventy years down the line,
I am grateful freedom is mine,
honourable gentlemen,
you are remembered,

I saw medal strung heroes,
today, seventy years since,
and at the going down of the sun,
and the rising of the morning,

I am free,
We are free,
thanks to the now elderly brave souls,
Let the gone rest in peace,
and the living,
may they have clear minds and peaceful hearts,
for the remaining years they live and breathe,
remembering you in our hearts,
as you remember your lost comrades,
we remember them too,
as free today,
We hold you high in tear filled esteem,
Thank you!
(c) Livvi