Chimera 66

June 6, 1944
June 6, 1944

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.

“All the Beautiful, Young Men”(2)

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“All the Beautiful, Young Men”

I see the beauty of his sober eyes.

At Omaha, it is his shining hour.

The camera has caught the scene at sunrise.

He’s standing in that moment of great power.

The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of dawn.

There is no turning back; no time to pause.

His choice is made and like a muscle torn

from out his heart , it is for raging cause.

“Oh, captain! I have done my duty now.

I’ve given you my soul and all my heart.

I’ve nothing more to offer or endow

as water takes my body, I depart.”

War cannot strip their beauty or that smile.

Our young men gone in such a little while.