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Ode to Omaha

Updated on November 11, 2014

By: Wayne Brown

The Krauts relax their guard

The weather is their friend

Europe is firmly in their grasp

But their hunger is not yet fed

Where will it end, Where will it end?


The moon is full to light the night sky

A brief respite in weather’s onslaught

We must go now to have the moon and tide

Thousands of us wait in anxious woe

How bad will it be, how bad will it be?


And then the final word is given

Our task looms at hand

We will storm the beaches with all our might

The Krauts turn in shock

How many will die, How many will die?


The rough wind-driven ocean waves

Toss about our little crafts

The Germans sense our presence now

They prepare; ready to shoot

Who will fall, who will fall?


The doors fall down and out we go

Into the ocean surf

The cold water is deep and steeped in lead

Blood runs free, the waters are red

Can the beach be far, can it be so far?


Comrades fall from bloody wounds

And drown underweight in beating surf

Still we come to take back this land

More blood; more death

When can we rest, when can we rest?


The beach is won; the struggle ensues

Comrades are upon the sand

Comrades float lifelessly in the surf

Man has killed each other

What is it worth, what is it worth?


Death did land upon Omaha

In the land of Normandy

Death was the price of this land

Death in the water; death in the sand

What glory is death, what glory?


For all eternity we here remain

Here we took our stand

Bravery was our namesake

Courage was ours to keep

We asked nothing from those we saved

Except remember me, remember me.

©Copyright WBrown2010. All Rights Reserved



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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      So true, Stampdad...I think my dad was 19 years old at the time. That's mighty young to absorb such a sobering event. Thanks for your comments! WB

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      Stampdad 7 years ago from Calgary, Alberta

      Excellent tribute. As was said in another oomment so many were just boys being men.

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      Thank you so much for this magnificent tribute.

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      Carol 7 years ago from Michigan

      Wayne that was a tremendous, moving tribute beautifully and artfully written. Thank you for writing it - we all need to remember - never forget those who fought some giving all - for things we often as Americans, take for granted.

      You are a talented, talented writer!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      Thank you, Tim. I hope I can remember as long as I am here to remember. WB

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      TimBryce 7 years ago

      Good piece Wayne. Glad someone remembered.

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      sheila b. 7 years ago

      Because so many of the men were young, unmarried, childless, there have few relatives to remember them now. More reason for us to, and for our children and grandchildren to know what they did for America.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      Thank you, Tom...I am doing my duty to pay for forgetting! Thank you for reminding me! WB

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      Tom Whitworth 7 years ago from Moundsville, WV


      Great tribute. We shall remember!!!!!!!!!!