D-Day

D-Day

It was a clear unobstructed morning

The winds were judiciously blowing

A full moon flickered at the precipice of impending war

The gods were in repose

The invasion armada arrived atop the horizon

Greeted by low lying clouds and

Angry waters

The vomit of sea sick soldiers fed the ocean deep

The preacher prayed for another tomorrow

Stomach cramps accompanied the faltering knees

Whispers of angels ominously everywhere

The thunder of missiles accompanied the silent tears

Blood poured onto the beaches of Normandy that day

Tides of salt water distilled the blood-soaked sand

Bullets as mosquitos delivered death

Bombs instantly transformed the living into ghosts 

There was no place to run or hide

Luck the only reason for life and not death

Flesh splattered in all directions

Bones crackled as if by the sound of a butcher's cleaver

Utah, Omaha, Gold, Sword or Juno

Places of death, not glory

Where rusted shells wormed into the bosom of Mother Earth

Where human flesh fertilized the ocean floor

Death Day had arrived 

Enemies embraced as they climbed into the heavens

For those who remained all had been lost

The horror of war became a life's journey of remembrance

Thank you,
Joseph Pede


You do the fallen soldier great honour by visiting the grounds of eternity rather than standing in silence, for he is surrounded by silence. Eternity is graced with headstones, crucifixes, and carvings of angels and saints. Let not the wind and rain erase their names before you have had a chance to salute them. Their spirits yell to us everyday, yet we fail to acknowledge their coded messages.  You must NOT stand silent as death and war continue to haunt Mankind's journey. Do not take the easy road.