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)