Every time I see that film

Of the Normandy Invasion

I wonder about the guy on the left

You know the one

Filmed at ground level

Soldiers running up the beach

Backsacks on, rifles in hand

My eyes never stray from him

I keep hoping...

Hoping he will make it this time

That this time he will not fall

And then, when he does fall

Hoping that it was only a trip

That he will get back up

Hoping that maybe someday

He will read this poem

And call me to tell me

It was only a bad dream

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