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D-Day By: Ryan Gorman The beaches. The despair. Japanese planes flying Through the air. Eisenhower Made a speech Right before We went to the beach. When we got to the beach With airplanes flying Hundreds of men Were dying. Japanese Were holed up on top Sending our men Into a flop. Machine gun nests High up above Making many men See Death's black glove. My Colonel said "Take them out! If they keep shooting, Our men will be clout!" Sand exploding All around me, I got up and shouted, "Let it be me!" With five others Alongside me, I charged up the mountain Quiet bravely. Halfway up the mountain I heard a muffled shout. I turned around And saw one of my men being clout. The Jap over him Was no more then twenty. But the look in his eyes Told me he'd killed plenty. I didn't wait for my man to die. I swung my fist And hit him in the eye. The man went down In very great pain. Then one of my men went over And kicked him down the steep plane. From that day on I will in my head hide The look on his face As he fell and died. At the end of the day 18 Japs I'd killed. But around one man Many men milled. It was the colonel. A noble dead man. But there was something In his right hand. I opened his hand up As men took a look. And took out A small black book. The last entry, Right before he died, As I looked, Made me cry. It was a note To his wife To never doubt What he had done with his life. When I got back To my home I asked my wife If I could be alone. I took a drive the colonel's home. When I got there His wife was home. I gave her the book And told her how he died. Then she sat down And cried and cried. |