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A D-Day Poem
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In memory of Memorial Day, 2002, one of our contributors, Mr. Stan Scislowski of Windsor, Ontario, Canada, has graciously composed a poem to honor the fallen soldiers laid to rest at the Normandy American National Cemetery at Saint-Laurent-sur-Mer (which overlooks Omaha Beach).

His words speak from the heart...

 

 

A D-Day Poem

In humble tribute to the Memory
of our comrades who gave their lives on D-Day

Here, at Omaha Beach Cemetery,

close by the waters of the Bay of the Seine

lie buried our comrades who gave their lives

in the great crusade of Liberation

which began on the beaches of Normandy

in the waking hours of June 6, 1944.

Their last resting place overlooks the beach

where they came ashore to meet the foe in battle,

only to fall where the sea lapped the sands

where they died.

They lie here on a gentle slope

where the wide spread of Christian crosses

and Star of David stones

stand sentinel above their graves

like ranks of living soldiers on parade.

Green grows the well-manicured lawn

between the rows of white stone markers

On these hallowed acres of French soil

where they died.

Their spirit, however, lives on

in the hearts and memories of those

who so dearly loved them.

A monument rises majestically on this site

in Normandy,

a monument nobly and artistically crafted

to honour them in their sacrifice,

a monument of columns and a statue

of a soldier, that stirs the emotions

in all who come here to pay tribute

to our Nation's gallant War Dead.

These young men who lie here,

so many barely out of their teens,

stormed in from the angry seas

to land on a hostile shore.

They died in the foam-flecked water.

Some felt the yielding sand beneath their boots

before they too, died,

their rich red blood saturating the sands where they fell.

Others carried the fight inland,

only to fall in death amidst the dunes

and in the village streets.

Still others fell in the grassy fields and orchards

beyond the tumult on the beach.

9386 headstones mark their last resting place.

They lie beneath the green sod

in an alien land whose bosom now holds

their earthly remains.

They are heroes.

They died at the very threshold

of what should have been

an abundant and fulfilling life.

Their dreams, and the dreams

of those who loved them,

have been swept away

by the cruel fates of war.

In the five decades that have passed

since they gave their 'all',

they've known no weariness or pain,

nor sadness nor joy,

nor the soft caress of a woman's love,

nor the loving embrace of little children.

Nor have they known the torments of anger,

despair and ill-health.

In these many years long since

those tumultuous days of a Norman summer,

they 'rose not to bright dawns,

nor stood in awe at a lightning's flash

or heard the thunder of summer storms.

The song of the robin greeted them

no more at daybreak; they've been resting.

They've known not the joys of autumn

and the rustle of the leaves underfoot,

as we have in the coolness of late Octobers.

Nor have they exulted to the glories

of an awakening spring.

Their sleep is endless.

Their cheeks have not felt the gentle touch

of a summer's breeze, nor the sting

of the frigid gusts of winter.

Though the world has trembled many times

to the thunderous echoes of the guns of war

since that day when they passed out of the sight

of their comrades and were no more,

they heard them not, for their sleep is everlasting.

They fought the good fight and are now resting,

a sleep that knows no dawn. . .no tomorrow.

We, who have walked out of the shadows

of the Valley of Death have remembered

and will remember them as the long years pass.

Yes, we will remember until that time

when we join them in that white company

where the brave shall never die.

Stan Scislowski

 

Thank you, Stan.

 

 

Original poem from messages received on 20 May 2002.

Originally submitted on: 21 May 2002.

 

The poem above, A D-Day Poem, was written and contributed by Mr. Stan Scislowski, who served with the Perth Regiment of Canada, 11th Infantry Brigade of the 5th Canadian Armoured Division. The moving story is a part of his published work entitled: Not All of Us Were Brave which was published by Dundurn Press.

Would you care to read more tales of World War II written by Mr. Stan Scislowski? His work is featured on a website devoted to the Perth Regiment of Canada. Check out this very interesting website and while you are there look at Stan's Corner .

We at World War II Stories -- In Their Own Words wish to offer our profound "Thanks" for the excellent material contributed by Mr. Stan Scislowski.

If you would care to read more writings by Stan Scislowski, you can do so by going to the following section of this website.

World War II Stories: Canadian Army Stories

 

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