#invasionofitaly
The Mediterranean’s Call
Late summer fading—
Mediterranean winds
carry distant drums.
Italy waits by the sea
beneath gathering storm clouds.
Allied fleets appear
on blue horizons at dawn
with roaring engines.
Lion and eagle descend
toward the waiting shores.
September tides rise—
landing craft cut through the surf
toward burning sand.
Steel and courage meet at once
on Salerno’s battered coast.
Hills beyond the shore
echo with the clash of arms
through olive groves.
Slow steps carve a northern road
through Italy’s wounded land.
Autumn shadows fall—
the long campaign moves inland
through rain and stone towns.
Yet the tide has shifted now
toward freedom’s distant light.
Now calm waters rest—
red poppies and white crosses
face the quiet sea.
Peace blooms where the guns once roared
on Mediterranean shores.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 3:32 AM UTC