Bloody Omaha

Long hours spent inside the boat The sickening stench of vomit everywhere. Counting our blessings, and cursing our fate. I hear all around, the voices from D-day. Holy communion, for those who believe in God. Absolution granted, for the sins we will commit. We are fighting a holy war, againts Hitler's hordes To reach the Demon's lair, we must breach the Atlantic wall. Guns and grenades and heavy equipment on my back Who is to blame for this burden I must bear? Please God, let this cup pass me by But for the Island of the Mighty, I am willing to die. The Luitenant screams. The command to charge. The hour has come. I will be delivered in my enemies hands. Comrades to the left of me and comrades to the right. I know I must be within a German sniper's sight Will Fate guide his bullet, past my feeble flesh? Or will this mortal shell be shattered by Hitler's machines of death? Arms and legs, and corpses greet my sight Men from the first wave, who made their sacrfice. My brothers in arms, who answered freedom's call. For them I vow to push on, to destroy the Atlantic wall But a bouncing Betty explodes a few meters to my right. The shrapnel shatters my face And leaves me bleeding in the sand. The water washes my wounds, and I lay dying on foreign land But no evil can ever triumph when good men make a stand.