70 years ago today my Grandfather landed on Juno Beach and into hell--
I cannot remember that day but will remember his stories well.
Heroes don't wear capes they wear dog tags and weary eyes,
Whether they fought on land or in unfriendly skies.
The ghosts that wander the beaches and hills of Normandy,
Paid an awful price for our freedom and our liberty.
So many dreams lay shattered in broken bodies in the sand,
But these valiant men would not back down until they took the land.
We owe them so much respect and unswerving gratitude on this D-Day.
They drew a line in the sand and said evil will not have it's way.
For both my Grandfathers and their comrades here and beyond the veil,
You may fade into the shadows of history but your memories will prevail.
In my heart and throughout my life I will hold you oh so dear,
For you gave me a future and a life filled with peace and not with fear.
Thank you for saddling up when it dread gripped your heart and mind
We need more men like you with courage with love fighting for those left behind.
You fought for a future of those who would remember your past.
Because of men like you we pray that peace forever will last.
When the lights go on again all over the world the song did say,
They have been burning brightly though you have gone away.
Thank you for the lights and the music and memories dear to me.
All because you answered the call and went to Normandy.
Tammy Niemi
***I wrote this poem today while watching the services from Normandy, and even though tears have been my portion for today--my heart is filled with love and pride for both of my grandfathers who gave so much and asked so little--
