God bless the Greatest Generation!
In their honor – A D Day poem, written today and contributed by John Naese:
A few rusting hulks remain,
On beaches, now recovered,
From most of the scars of war.
The men – the survivors – are all old now.
A few share their stories.
Even fewer, it seems, listen.
A hundred thousand hit the beaches that day.
Two thousand made it no further.
For them, D Day was not just the day of invasion – it was the day of death.
For them, there was no baby boom; no cold war; no TV.
No children’s weddings; no grandchildren’s birthdays.
They are forever young – to those who remember them.
Some of us, who weren’t even there; who weren’t even born yet, remember them.
We talk to those who are left; we study those who fought and lived that day – and those that died.
And we tell others.
And as long as we remember them, and pass on their stories,
And honor their sacrifices
They will never die – and America will live.