The Day of Death
by Jackson M.

When the boats arrive
the bullets start to fly

There are screams of hell
but everyone can only think “Oh well”

As people start dying
there is not much anyone can do

The smell of death is in the air
people sit and hide from death himself

So they wait to be found, lie down and wish they died
and all around are loud cries

And bullets stop flying
the boats stop coming

The screams die down
soldiers look around

Bodies floating in the water
blood stains the sand

The day was won
but no one will ever forget what happened

On D-Day