1944: Omaha Beach


Five seconds!
Four three two one!
I heard my lieutenant yell.
He said. "Go, men run."
I was running as fast as my body would let me
when I heard a scream as loud as a banshee's call
I looked back
Just in time to see my lieutenant fall
I ran back
Just in time to hear him say more
Take over
And win the war .
I yelled,
Get going men! For goodness sakes,
Take the pill boxes down!
Hurry men! Use whatever it takes!

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