For the Boys of Pointe du Hoc
Wide white cliffs arose before us
In the smoke and bleak of dawn,
Steel shells raining death down on
The beaches where we died.
Into the fast and foreign swells
We swept our souls and kept
Our faith with those left far behind
The day our worlds fled time.
While they who ventured on and climbed
And beat against the shores
Would carry forth our names as if
They'd always been their own.
The sand, once soiled by life exposed
The sea, its secrets bared
Now rest the same in soft repose
As we now, on the shore.
God bless you all.