Remembering

I stand
alone

on the beach and
imagine the young men
soldiers in their olive green
uniforms, wearing round,

bowl-like helmets – arms
raised, clutching rifles
pushing through the white-capped

surf onto the wet sandy ground
footsteps leaving pock
marks soon filled with
the tide and their blood

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We recently visited Omaha beach in Normandy so this prompt brought to mind the movie “The Longest Day”

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Steph Beth Nickel's Blog says:

October 2, 2015 at 2:11 pm

Powerful and solemn. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, your heart.

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1. Candy says:
  
  October 2, 2015 at 3:14 pm
  
  Thanks for stopping in.
  
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Plum says:

October 2, 2015 at 4:55 pm

Wow. I love the last three lines.

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1. Candy says:
  
  October 2, 2015 at 6:26 pm
  
  Thanks so much
  
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Grace Black says:

October 2, 2015 at 6:12 pm

Lovely, thank you for sharing!

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1. Candy says:
  
  October 2, 2015 at 6:28 pm
  
  Thanks so much
  
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Bastet says:

October 3, 2015 at 5:22 am

A very powerful write .. I’ve felt that feeling here in Italy though I’m sure to a lesser degree .. walking along the beaches of Anzio …

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Judy Logan says:

October 12, 2015 at 9:20 am

That made me cry.

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