A poem I wrote IN 2004 for the 60th Anniversary of WWII It's more than sixty years since that great campaign Out in the desert of El Alamien. Montgomery Vs Rommel a battle of the wits The 8th army fought hard to gain a victory for the Brits Tanks against tanks unleashing their fire Men distinguished only by there attire They fought with pride a will to survive The day of reckoning was soon to arrive Monty 's men went forward on the attack Rommel's men were prepared ready to fight back Cannon and tank fire could be heard all around As the soldiers lay dead upon sandy ground The battle was over and victory was clear Thanks to the 8th army who fought without fear Monty's duty in Africa was over and done Home he was sent after the battle was won Part of a team preparing the next stage The plan to invade France was all of a rage Dwight Eisenhower was at the head of this band Planning on where the allied forces should land Normandy was chosen for where it would be The invasion began by crossing the sea The largest invasion force seen by ones eye's Viva la France were the welcoming cries The fighting was ghastly as our brave soldiers died Many Shot from the cliff tops by snipers who spied After the heroics of many hours of fighting on sand The war now progressed to hostilities inland Soldiers fought bravely in these foreign fields No sign as of yet that Germany yields So on went the fighting waiting for the Germans request To state the war is over that they have given there best Then came the announcement that Hitler was departed The Allies had ended what the Germans had started The killing was over, back to peace on this globe Our hero's could return to their welcoming abode 60 years later I will be crossing the same sea Visiting France for whom these soldiers made free My task is of homage this is what I can tender June 6th 1944 a day to remember.
WW2 Poem I wrote this in 2004 .. I was afraid as we sailed to the unknown A lad of eighteen and barely grown We didn’t sleep much sailing to the beach Our thoughts was of those you could not teach I looked around me, at each mans face I looked for a smile there wasn’t a trace Each to his own before we touched land Fate of our lives in another man’s hand The landings would bring fighting with fellowmen No rules of engagement just us against them Shells overhead began to appear Fired from ships anchored to our rear Daylight had broke and the cliffs were in sight Afraid as I was I still had to fight I waded in water up to my waist Gunfire and mortars I dodged with great haste The fear had now left me as I ran for cover The thoughts that I had were that of my mother Safe with my family home in 'Old Blighty' Each minute I thanked and prayed to the all mighty Bullets from snipers that we couldn’t trace Machinegun fire heard and fired at great pace Running for cover behind the sand banks The beaches were filling with soldiers and tanks Move out, move out was all I could hear Shouted by sergeants who seemed to have no fear Closer to land now and the Germans were retreating No time to slacken as the battle was heating The years have long gone now and it all seems a trance I still have the nightmares of those days fighting in France
Moved this imported post here from another section. It seemed fitting that Jim's poem remained pinned.
