D-Day

D-Day
By: Ryan Gorman

The beaches.
The despair.
Japanese planes flying
Through the air.

Eisenhower
Made a speech
Right before
We went to the beach.

When we got to the beach
With airplanes flying
Hundreds of men
Were dying.

Japanese
Were holed up on top
Sending our men
Into a flop.

Machine gun nests
High up above
Making many men
See Death's black glove.

My Colonel said
"Take them out!
If they keep shooting,
Our men will be clout!"

Sand exploding
All around me,
I got up and shouted,
"Let it be me!"

With five others
Alongside me,
I charged up the mountain
Quiet bravely.

Halfway up the mountain
I heard a muffled shout.
I turned around
And saw one of my men being clout.

The Jap over him
Was no more then twenty.
But the look in his eyes
Told me he'd killed plenty.

I didn't wait
for my man to die.
I swung my fist
And hit him in the eye.

The man went down
In very great pain.
Then one of my men went over
And kicked him down the steep plane.

From that day on
I will in my head hide
The look on his face
As he fell and died.

At the end of the day
18 Japs I'd killed.
But around one man
Many men milled.

It was the colonel.
A noble dead man.
But there was something
In his right hand.

I opened his hand up
As men took a look.
And took out
A small black book.

The last entry,
Right before he died,
As I looked,
Made me cry.

It was a note
To his wife
To never doubt
What he had done with his life.

When I got back
To my home
I asked my wife
If I could be alone.

I took a drive
the colonel's home.
When I got there
His wife was home.

I gave her the book
And told her how he died.
Then she sat down
And cried and cried.