“For All the Beautiful, Young Men”
I see the courage in their brave-lit eyes
as Omaha becomes their shining hour.
The camera’s caught the morning’s gray, dull skies.
Men wait; committed with the bravest power.
The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn.
There is no turning back; no time to pause.
Momentum made and like a muscle torn_
yanked from its place_ they move for raging cause.
“Oh, captain! we’ve been born across the sea.
We’ve given you our soul and then our heart.
We’ve nothing more to offer in this hell.
As water takes our forces, we depart.”
Our beautiful young men with bravest smile;
our heroes lost in such a little while.
(4,000 lost at Omaha landing that day!)