For the ones we lost (Memorial Day poem)

over cast gray cold
we were young
strong bold
the waves tore us to shreds
as the foam on the
beachhead
turned red
the rain was hot as
the sun
tearing flesh apart
even our guns
this was not a walk
in the park
the sand was a rusted red
while we climbed over brothers
that was already dead
to reach an unforgivable goal
to liberate a people we did not know
as we strolled on a beach
in Normandy, France
not a word was said
just tears from the past
you could feel the heaviness of the
ones who were lost
of the brave who paid the ultimate cost