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Bloody Omaha

Small wind-tossed landing crafts,

Blunt noses pointing shoreward,

Pitching, rolling, king-sized swells,

Carrying thirty rifles forward

Toward unseen harm on steep, rocky bluffs;

A surging, flooding tide,

Caused many a man to die in the sea ‘cause

On the land, there’s yards of sand.

And no place on it to hide.

(From " New Dawn" by M/Sergeant J.Robert Slaughter
Company D, 116th Infantry, 29th Division
With his friendly permission)