Overlord (A Tribute to D-Day)

“We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.”
– Winston Churchill

On windy waters
We huddled,
Nerves wrenched
And wrung,
Messerschmitt shaped
Butterflies drilled holes
Through our
Churning stomachs
With iron fury.

In each face
I saw the mark
Of waiting harbingers,
The hopeless fears
Of doomed youth,
Shaking and shivering
We waited for
A sign to commence
Our death race.

Overhead our wings
Took the skies
And lit our souls
With hopes of
Beethoven, the
dit-dit-dit-der
Of one hundred
And fifty thousand
Terrified bodies,
Could victory
Be long at hand?

I lit a cigarette
To warm myself
From the chill
That burrowed
To my very core,
Deaths wind
Blustered
But not the sweet
Touch of natures
Hand across
The green fields
Of home.

And all around
Roared the lion,
The navy’s mighty
Bombardment
Raining down
On the ground
That we
Were soon
To bleed
To take.

While across our bow,
With Grotesque
Unearthly yearning
The monstrosity of
Nazi artillery
Claimed their
First blood,
And friends
And allies payed
All they had
For all they loved.

Before my eyes
Opened
The gates to hell,
I took my gun
And ran
Towards
Lucifer
Himself,
To stand
Or fall
For all
I love.

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Poem © Phen Weston

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