He dashed across the beach,
The battery of guns barking like feral dogs.
Trudging through the red sand,
He looked left and right
As brothers fell one by one.
He woke up with a scream.
Never shall he forget 1944.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
He dashed across the beach,
The battery of guns barking like feral dogs.
Trudging through the red sand,
He looked left and right
As brothers fell one by one.
He woke up with a scream.
Never shall he forget 1944.
