D-Day - A Ballad by a Year 7 Student

 

15 men,

Cramped in our boat,

The cold sea waves,

Splashing my coat.

 

Our boat gliding over the seas,

Crashing through the waves,

Whilst some men seem heroic,

Others seem dazed.

 

With a thud,

We hit the seashore,

The ramp’s about to open,

Acting as our door.

 

The ramp is open!

Men are mown down,

Others go over the sides,

But they soon start to drown.

 

“Come on men!”

One-man yells,

But his voice is drowned out,

By gunfire ringing like bells.

 

The sea crimson,

With the flow of blood,

It washes on the shore,

Like a hellish flood.

 

I rise to my feet,

Begin the charge,

Towards the firing cliffs,

Rising up so large.

 

People are dying,

All around,

The machine guns,

Knocking them down.

 

I crash into the seawall,

“Let’s blow the wall”

With a tremendous bang,

We advance to the bunkers tall.

 

I didn’t see the bullet,

Fired from Satan’s gun,

As quiet as a snake,

As deadly as Atilla the Hun.

 

Looking down,

I see only red,

Not long til’ I realise,

Soon I’ll be dead.

 

War is brutal,

War is deadly,

And chances are,

It will end in tragedy.