the landings

in early june, nineteen forty four,
brave,
american soldiers,
soon learned they were to venture,
upon a new enormous mission,
to liberate mainland europe,
from tyrannical
nazi occupation.

the invasion was planned for june fifth,
however bad weather delayed this until june sixth.

courageous american soldiers set sail in frigates,
and french fishing boats,
aboard the vessels one u.s. captain,
drank whiskey from a hip flask,
two privates vomited over the side.

the sea was cold, blue and pea green waves lapping wildly,
at the large reinforced dark brown ships.
the wind blew vigorously,
as the chivalrous americans approached
the sand coloured beach of normandy.

the brave american servicemen could hear
the nazi stormtroopers barking orders to their privates,
their words carrying shrilly in the inclement wind.

the american heroes clutched the rails,
which were freezing to the touch,
and their hearts beated faster, now, as landing was imminent.

within twenty seconds the ships anchored upon
the occupied shore,
suddenly, the gateways of the ships opened,
as did the nazi machine gun fire.

american soldiers in the second boat did not stand a chance,
as ferocious bullets whizzed through the air,
screaming emphatically and sadly reaching their targets,
blood filled the deck, and the remaining soldiers,
could smell blood and death,
as they jumped overboard,
several drowning due to heavy kit bags.

the next american outfit reached the sand,
as bullets chattered with clanks from the nazi machine guns,
bombshells screeched through the air,
bursting into golden flames upon landing.

twenty minutes of mayhem followed,
men with limbs missing, shouting of orders, and a scene of blood and guts,
after persistent heroic acts the americans took out the german guns,
and with honour secured the beach.

brave american soldiers, whose courage must never be forgotten.