The cold embeds itself
Deep within the reaches of the underground.
It freezes the earth's core,
Similar to the way it freezes our bones.

This cold grows inside the walls of every abandoned building,
Every forgotten factory,
Along the soiled roads
That wind themselves around the city we call home.

The masses move as one,
Lifeless yet still they breathe.
They're following routine,
Simply because routine is hard to break.

And yet the buses still come,
The trains still run,
The high-speed lines still high.
As if to trick us into believing that the world might still be alive.

This cold has been a relentless assault.
And as with everybody else,
The cold has frozen my motivation.
It has shattered my will.

-Pilot

Shoulder to shoulder you bands of brothers landed.
Code name Operation Neptune was underway.
You noble breed, not knowing what lay ahead
Just knowing that your duty was called upon.
The bugle sounded, you all answered the call
nobly you waded those waters for all.
06/06/1944 was the day.
The largest seaborne invasion in history.
Yet, you brothers in arms were not caring of history making
Just making it to the beach, alive.
I can but humbly thank you for what you all did that day,
you that lived and those that died.
What thoughts must have played in your mind.
A lone piper played throughout, what courage you all displayed.
No wonder we that came after you, leave you feeling dismayed.
Many wars have been fought since, their courage is also undenied,
but, you, you thousands on those beaches showed the world the meaning
of pride, respect and warrior.
On the beaches of Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword,
you carved a way in. To end the war.
Nobler people I doubt exist, and soon this 70th anniversary
will fade in time, but not that date of June the sixth (1944)