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It seems the battle now has passed me by. I walk unhindered on the ****** beach. I cannot hear the screams of shot and shell. I am immune and quite beyond their reach. Some men I knew deploy a Bangalore And blow a hole in Hitler’s grand defense. Machine guns sputter but I heed them not. For me the battle has lost all suspense. My kit and rifle are light upon my back. My rage is spent; I lack the urge to **** There are others who make up my lack Here there’s blood in buckets to be spilled. I meet a German, sitting on a rock. His tunic bloodied there about his heart He offers me a smoke and I accept, Although I’ve heard that smoking isn’t smart.. We speak and somehow understand each other As we watch our younger brothers play at war. He apologized for his part in my ****** I assure him that I’m not the least bit sore. He asks if I’ve brought coins for the boatman. I fish through my pockets and come up with dimes With images of Mercury on the obverse, rods and Fasces on the other side.
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 10:22 PM UTC
On Omaha Beach
It seems the battle now has passed me by. I walk unhindered on the ****** beach. I cannot hear the screams of shot and shell. I am immune and quite beyond their reach. Some men I knew deploy a Bangalore And blow a hole in Hitler’s grand defense. Machine guns sputter but I heed them not. For me the battle has lost all suspense. My kit and rifle are light upon my back. My rage is spent; I lack the urge to **** There are others who make up my lack Here there’s blood in buckets to be spilled. I meet a German, sitting on a rock. His tunic bloodied there about his heart He offers me a smoke and I accept, Although I’ve heard that smoking isn’t smart.. We speak and somehow understand each other As we watch our younger brothers play at war. He apologized for his part in my ****** I assure him that I’m not the least bit sore. He asks if I’ve brought coins for the boatman. I fish through my pockets and come up with dimes With images of Mercury on the obverse, rods and Fasces on the other side.
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63/M/American
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 10:22 PM UTC
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