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Monday, May 27, 2013

Never Forgetting : A poem about my Grandfathers


One fought on the beaches of Normandy 
He came in the first wave at Omaha
I'll never know what he saw that day,
because he died before I was old enough
to ask.

One fought in Northern Africa and in Sicily.
I have a few stories about his time 
overseas.
How he saw a friend on the field once,
but couldn't talk.

Both died years later
after seeing the horrors of war
after losing comrades
afterwards, but never
Forgetting 

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