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Cold Crimson Tide
The water, near freezing, rushed up to his waist
But he wouldn't surrender to panic or haste.
Cold swells took his breath and he shivered inside,
While he struggled for shore in that cold crimson tide.
Then reality struck as he looked towards the beach,
Knowing well his objective may never be reached.
The German machine guns rained death from on high,
Sending boys to their grave in that cold crimson tide.
He's really not sure why he lived through that day,
While other's, for freedom, life's sacrifice made.
They're heroes, each one and shall not be denied
The honor they earned in that cold crimson tide.
Well, dad is our hero and we'll not forget,
How, this country and freedom, he served to protect.
How, at Normandy's shores he remembered and cried,
For the buddies he lost in that cold crimson tide.
© Howard Garrison Yates
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