My Own

March 4, 2009
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What a sense of freedom
Nothing will match this
I love June 6 1943
This place is peace

Sea air sprays my fear stricken body and my rusty helmet

If only I came for relaxation not for a useless battle

Oh how I loathe June 6 1944

This place is pain

Oh how I dream of living here forever
The floor squishes under my feet
Such pleasure should be unlawful
This place is my own heaven

Oh how I wish to escape this

Death cries are heard

Anywhere and everywhere

This place is my own hell

Such peace

Such torment

There is no place

There is no pit

Such as Normandy

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maizy10123 said...
Mar. 16, 2009 at 10:24 pm
Amazing poem!
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