Okay, here goes. I hope you like this poem, since its one of the best I've ever written. Please Read and Review 'cause I'm really, really desperate for one. Just one, at least. And I'll publish more poems! I've written a whole lot. So this poem's roughly based on the U.S. Beaches on D-Day, since I specialise in that and I don't know much about the other beaches except for what Stephen Ambrose mentioned in his book. Please correct me in any mistakes I've made, gramatically or factually, and last but not least, enjoy reading it.
Disclaimer: I don't know if you need a disclaimer for a mere poem, and anyway they're no particular characters in this poem. So I'm just going to disclaim something stupid, that I don't own D-Day. No one does, anyway.
Look out Hitler, here we come,
We swear we'll get you on the run.
We'll see to Germany's downfall,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
We'd die for our country, and for one another,
Friend and friend, brother and brother.
We'll break through your Atlantic Wall,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
The largest seaborne invasion ever,
Happened during stormy weather,
A break occurred, the rain didn't pour,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
The C-47s are filled with paratroopers,
The Higgins boats all crammed with soldiers.
They'll come even if they're hurt and sore,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
The planes soar into the dark night,
With divisions of men about to fight.
6000 ships will land on the French shore,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
Flak is whizzing past the planes,
Reminding the soldiers we aren't playing games!
"Go Go Go!" Shouts jumpmaster at the door,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
The landing on Utah couldn't be simpler,
There're click clacks of crickets, and bursts of gunfire.
"Flash!" "Thunder!" whispered all the more,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
Paratroopers gather in little groups,
Sainte-Mère-Église taken, well done, troops!
HQ's set up, everything's now a bore,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
Omaha beach: A different story,
This one is darn tough and bloody.
Stuck behind tank traps, our guns roar,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
Germans shooting from the bunkers,
Beach is littered with dead soldiers.
The scene is one of blood and gore,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
Pointe-Du-Hoc is scaled by rangers,
We can get through, thanks, engineers.
More than 15000 men have come ashore,
On June six nineteen forty-four.
The Longest Day comes to a compromise,
A decisive victory for us, the Allies,
This battle was what helped us win the war,
The Battle of June six nineteen forty-four.
