What do we have today?
Walking On Air
He could hear the screams and gunfire,
Recall the falling of his mates,
Ducked and dived as the bullets flew,
Getting clear of these floating crates.
The water was cold, the sky was dark,
An Omen that all was not well,
Running but hindered for shelter ashore,
Entering the jaws of a living hell.
He knew not the man beside him,
Nor the guy to the left or behind,
In panic they huddled together,
Naive Officers leading the blind.
Slaughtered and bloody they lay there,
Terrified, trembling and sobbing,
Looking around at the chaos,
The wounded, and dead bodies bobbing.
Of course that was many long years ago,
This beach with its stretches of sand
Is quiet, serene and mystical,
From the view on the hill where he stands.
As the mist rolls inland from the water
He feels he is walking on air
In the company of his lost comrades,
Whose souls will forever remain there.