Running, screaming, cursing and more,

Those who made the Normandy shore

Rushed on in a swirl of carnage and noise,

Many little more than boys.

Praying inwardly to survive

Hoping to find their mates alive

And reach a place that offered protection

That cheated the Grim Reaper's casual selection.

Bravery and cowardice share a human name,

The spinning coin of circumstance allotting blame,

A hero one moment,,..cowering coward the next,

In death these imposters are annexed.

But those who find themselves alive,

Wonder how they were chosen to survive,

And that thought will never leave the mind

When they recall the mates they left behind.

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