Normandy (D-Day).........

Through the eyes that saw peace,

here he now stands, watching war.

He has awakened, the one who is called the beast,

bent upon erasing all of his scars.

With only a knife for a side arm,

and with only a rusting rifle for company,

the beast has joined the battlefield,

his only previous experience was in Germany.

Here he witnesses a cocktail of a different kind,

one of blood, salt water and sand.

Its the beaches of Normandy, that he has set out to conquer

and now he realises, there is no value of his cash in hand.

The screams of fellow soldiers have filled the air,

and the bullets from the MMG greet him on the beach,

abandoned rifles lie on the ground, with bullets to spare

telling tales of the heroes who are now out of reach.

Charred bodies, screaming inaudible tales lay on the ground,

as a soldier, paralysed by fear started counting his last moments.

Torn hands and legs decorated the beach, with its colour brown,
and now he is not really sure as to who really are his opponents.

But now there is no time to take in this scenery,
as he has to find a way to survive this dance of death.
He decides to run for cover, although its just a theory.
and run for cover he does, until he runs out of breath.

Once he finds cover, he now has no time to reflect.
He has to coax that beast within, and earn some self respect.
The bunker lies 20 metres above him, firing bullets at will.
He decides to try his arm, and throws a grenade inside it, intending to kill.

There were countless soldiers that day, most of them now dead.
And this was just a small account of one of them.
This was where the war was decided, it was D-Day,
it was the beaches of Normandy.