
Cold shudders, early angst this warm, June day.
For many, it will be our hero’s last.
The heart that wildly beats foresees the fray;
a holding of each breath before
the roar of bullets sting the air.
Among the still-born, glassy eyes of men
who now lie limp upon this beach’s shore,
I see the halted grin; the sigh of children
seeking only love; wanting more.
(write about “angst”: a feeling of dread, anxiety, or anguish in exactly 66 words)
4,414 (#confirmed) young men lost their lives in the Normandy Invasion June 6, 1944.
Oh Jackie, what a solemn, moving piece.
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Yes, too sad, I suppose, but true. I grew up watching those old World War II newsreels.
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Lovely writing, Jacqueline. Heartrending and beautiful.
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Thank you so much! Susan…
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