‘Overlord’ – D Day June 6th 1944,
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An acrostic poem by Brian Dunstan, 2024
Overhead in the midnight sky,
hundreds of bombers were flying high
above the landing craft that bore
the soldiers to an alien shore.
Vital bridges to secure
airborne troops in gliders flew
paratroops came floating down,
crucial that they hold their ground.
Early dawn and out at sea
warships pound relentlessly
defensive bunkers with shot and shell
making them a living hell.
Rising sun and rising tide,
assault ships land on beaches wide,
with code names Gold and Omaha,
Sword and Juno and Utah.
Landing craft disgorge their cargoes
armed and ready on the strand
knowing they may not survive
but die here on this foreign land.
Omaha, the battle bloody,
mangled bodies fall and die
lying on a foreign shore
only comrades hear their cry.
Remembering Dunkirk’s withdrawal
and Dieppe’s disastrous fray
British and Canadians all
sweet revenge will taste this day
Doubtless ‘ere this day has ended
many more lives will be lost
but liberty must be defended
nothing comes without a cost.
D Day was just the beginning.
Overlord, the fight began
to drive out tyranny so winning
finally, the rights of man.