I have posted a poem in open 32 called ''Airborne Assault''...it is about the dday landings and the brave people who died for all of our nations on that day in June 1944...
In order to give all of my fellow family members an inspiration i have decided to post it here as well..if you wanted to send it as a card it can be found in open too...thank you..Goldenrose.
Airborne Assault June 6th 1944
Approaching the French coast,
tracer fire rising in streams.
One minute to go, then the red
light, followed by green, four seconds later.
Hands sticky with sweat,
then red light on.
Red gone, then green on,
clutching harness, i rush into the slipstream.
Feeling a gentle tug at my shoulders,
the clack of the opening canopy,
through the dark midnight i sailed.
Below me lay i knew not what.
No moon rose in the night,
our eyes already accostomed to the dark.
Hitting the ground with a thud,
i punched my quick release until it dropped free.
Ready for what lay ahead,
i stole myself for action,
the night strangely quiet.
We must be one of the first, no gunfire.
My fellow soldiers were soon with me,
we scrambled into a ditch,
to await the bombing Lancasters.
Humming above our heads, they came.
Tearing through the air, the bombs
began to fall, screaming shatterd silence.
Hurling ourselves to the ground,
taking cover from explosions
Shaking ground and falling trees,
clods of earth and opening craters.
Hands on necks and arms over ears,
we lay in anti-blast positions.
Suddenly silence was all around,
our planes gone into the distance.
Now smoke and dust clung to
the air, obliterating everything.
Feelings of being killed at any moment,
courage to overcaome the fear so strong,
mine fields and deep lagoons.
Friends hit by machine gun fire.
Loosing granades, then taking prisoners.
Moaning wounded laying all about,
Sten guns firing, killing the enemy.
Firing until all went quiet.
Shooting at close range, using bayonet,
the battle moving at speed.
Rising smell of Cordite, thick on the air,
stomach churning odour of torn flesh.
This is war, war for freedom,
war for liberation, war for good.
Evil defeated, future secure.
Never forget the sacrifice.
''There is no need for temples, no need for complicated Philosophies.
My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness''- Dalai Lama