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Pictures sent by Simon Richard Bruns-Finch (England)
Trebah to Omaha
To the 29th Infantry Division who landed on Omaha Beach on the 6th June
1944 and never returned home.
I send this poem, I hope it is worthy of their sacrifice. We will remember them.
I arrived among the bullets it was all over so quick
Over Sixty years I’ve drifted, a gun in my grip
In and out ~ ebb and flow
Sand in my hand, seaweed in my hair
Eyes all a stare
Was I really there ?
Can it be all in vain
Why do generations do these things ? ~ WAR ~ such pain
How many soldiers must drift ?
Never to see the Stars and Stripes again
Eyes all a stare ~ more pain
Where’s the sense in it ?
My heart went home, sunsets never to see again
Things all happened fast ~ bodies thick
Now I spend my days, just lazing about
Eyes all a stare
Was I really there ?
Will you all forget ~ so quick.
White horses roam above my head
My spirit flows ~ slow then quick
Sand in my hand, seaweed in my hair
Eyes all a stare
Yes I’m dead
There
That’s the way it is
Will you remember why ?
For your freedom we did it
Blood mingled among the sand
Eyes all a stare, seaweed in my hair
Do you still care ?
Was it worth it
What has the world learnt from all our pain ?
Why go to war, again and again ?
Please take the gun from my grip
The sand from my hand, the seaweed from my hair
Close my eyes
Give the world ~ PEACE ~
Only then ~ ~ ~ was it worth it.
Simon Richard Bruns-Finch
6th June 2005
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