Roses decorate a memorial so white, glossy & clean...
It states – “Jeffery John Orchard 1926 - 1944, aged 18...
It sits in-between, 2 others & in front of seemingly thousands...
It stands as a proud reminder of innocence dying in foreign lands...
Hitler’s selfish demands caused this young man to face death...
He must have cursed his country, with his last exhausted breath...
Soul theft, & this piece of stone represents a young mans life...
He reluctantly left his family, friends & his country to fight...
Is he a crusader, a knight or a victim of political interference...?
Did he die a coward or a result of his gritty perseverance...?
Did he go in search of romance, as did so many of his comrades...?
The sun is now setting, light dims & this young mans memory fades...
Shades of red illuminate the site, representing the blood they shed...
Is he really dead, or just sleeping eternally in a heavenly bed...?
Roses left as a superficial appreciation...
Remember kids, who died for their nation...
No decoration & the dead lie forever alone...
Each ones faded memory is hollowly etched in stone...
Guns fired, Bullets ricocheted whizzing noisily overhead...
He kept his head down, 1 wrong move bang! He’s dead...
His comrades bled continuously from infectious lacerations...
They fought proudly to liberate to them, unimportant nations...
Each had unique occupations but that is irrelevant on the beach...
They shouted deafeningly but the mortars muffled their speech...
Lieutenants trying to teach sergeants to lead their walking dead men...
It wasn’t a question of if you die; it was just a question of when...
Each one prayed, amen, attempting to find some peace & solace...
Privates looking weakly around, trying to remember the lieutenants face...
Trying to replace their fallen friends with naïve replacements...
Trying unsuccessfully to take out temporary gun emplacements...
Trying to break the defence, but disastrously losing many lives...
They try endlessly to survive until more aerial support arrives...
But think of their girlfriends & wives who receive a death note...
German infantry looks out to sea – Hundreds of bodies, begin to float...
Roses left as a superficial appreciation...
Remember kids, who died for their nation...
No decoration & the dead lie forever alone...
Each ones faded memory is hollowly etched in stone...
& with each shot another innocent body drops...
Each minute exists inside its own paradox....
Too many deaths & too many last breaths...
Too many generals making unrealistic requests...
Roses left as a superficial appreciation...
Remember kids, who died for their nation...
No decoration & the dead lie forever alone...
Each ones faded memory is hollowly etched in stone...
60 years later & the attraction to war is strongly gettin’ greater...
We’re still goin’ into combat trying to overthrow an influential dictator...
Layers & layers of lies try to explain the misunderstood reasons...
A countries lesions bleed & expose its real purpose & meanings...
The government tries to conceal the real reason for goin’ into war...
A gloating general sends men to death – at his disposal, a full corps...
A private on the floor, with his intestines splattered on his bloody face...
George Bush has successfully managed to erase another life – it’s a disgrace...
Yet people embrace his way of politics, another vision the bible predicts...
Another true revelation about eastern & western brutal conflicts...
But at this rate the apocalypse can’t really be far....
& the western world will forever carry the scar...
Roses left as a superficial appreciation...
Remember kids, who died for their nation...
No decoration & the dead lie forever alone...
Each ones faded memory is hollowly etched in stone...
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