They splashed ashore on their target beach

And death came flying from out of their reach,

Returned in kind from grey battleships behind

Aiming but not always accurately to find

The concrete and cemented bastions that lay

Ahead - to keep expected forces at bay..

A break in the weather had foxed the foe

And saw the dawn-mist Allies go

Boldly where Angels would fear to tread

And secure a desperately fought beachhead.

Utah, Omaha, Juno, Gold and Sword

Came at a cruel cost they could ill-afford,

But an irresistible tide, they flooded in,,

Surrounded by a hell of death and din,

And when the evening of that day was done

The liberation of the old world had begun.. 

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