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D-Day Victory
I'm going to win the war
I am a hero
Me and my mates
We're going to
Kill all the Germans
Wipe out their army that is
We're going to win
We shall conquer
We are the best.
I am a highly trained soldier
I've practised hard for months
I've fought in many battles
I know how it's done.
I am going to win the war.
We are all heroes
Battle hardened
Thoroughly trained
We know how we'll do it
Land on the beaches
Shoot out the enemy positions
Sweep across the land
Wipe out division after division
March on Paris, Hamburg and Berlin
We are the conquerors
We shall win the war.
Watch out you lot
Here I come
Armed and ready
With a pristine gun.
I sail out in the ship
The water is a bit rough
I am not sick for I am a champion
(Excuse me while I throw up)
I get into the landing craft
We sail towards the shore
I will defeat the enemy
Me, my gun, grenades and friends
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We are the Victors
We shall overcome
The landing craft is tossed in the waves
Not as easy as we'd been told
The beaches ahead are silent
I am ready to fight
I know what I shall do
Jump into the water
Run up the sand
Throw myself behind a dune
Pick out the enemy snipers.
The beaches are approaching
The ramp begins to drop
Bullets fill the air around us
Shells explode nearby
There's a hell of a racket
A lot of banging and blowing up
The ramp has hit the water
I charge forth with gun in hand.
A bullet hits me
Then another and another
My strength has gone
I flounder feebly into the water
Something wrong with the plan
I am a hero
I will win the war
Why am I full of holes
Cold water rushing in?
Why can I not assault those dunes?
I want to shout my pain
Give vent to my rage
No sound can I make
My voice box has been shot out
My throat's a gaping hole
My life is all around me
Little pictures of the past
-oOo-
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The water laps over my helmet
With an effort I try to sit up
I see the men pass by me
Know in a second I'll be dead
Cruel fate, dirty trick
Wretched anti-climax
My gun unused is stuck in the sand
My friends mown down quite helpless.
Above my corpse hovers my ghost
Watching the carnage unfold
Emotion has left
Too empty for anger
Confused, I wonder
For me it is over
For me, it never began.
Tales of heroism
Sagas of valour
Songs of victory
Triumphant marches
Gone in a gurgle
Of sea water and blood.
Why, I ask
But I already know
It's war, it's life
That's how it is
Not what I thought
Quite different from my plan
Romantic fantasy
All my future
Washed up on the sand.
EPILOGUE
The final question:
Will it happen again?
The only answer:
Not whether but when.
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