That Day!

The weather was at last good on that day

as the countless military craft

headed for the designated landing beach

soldiers and sailors ready to fight

face the formidable enemy forces as one

their resolve had to be strong!

 

Socializing before the normality ended

many nations together in unity

differences put aside to defeat the foe

navy guns firing overhead

to wipe out the damaging gun positions

creating lethal conditions!

 

Onward without ceasing charged the brave

knowing they could not fail

into history to breach those enemy lines

at a terrible cost of comrades

planes dropping bombs noise and smoke

in their lungs made them choke!

 

Fighters back on their home soil side by side

many there for god and country

others dying to free their people from tyranny

civilians also slain on that day

as the allies spearheaded the bloody onslaught

each step desperately fought!

 

This being the first major step to Victory!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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The Question!

That question pounds in my brain

why did I not act sooner

that odd scruffy man walked by me

but why would I suspect

that he had just shot my only friend

not being there to defend!

 

Will never lose that awful first glimpse

turning into his front gate

he was lying motionless we had talked

only a few minute before

no detectable raised tone in his speech

to my trusting ears did reach!

 

What struck me was how quiet and empty

the houses and street

being early morning residents must be in

surely there would be noise

arousing suspicions of this terrible event

an act of criminal intent!

 

That moment the police arrived escapes me

must have been in shock

not able to comprehend who would do it

but even then it looked

a well organised killing the only witness

myself adding to the stress!

 

Even at that early stage it had to be a hit

though this was absurd

how was this possible just working lads

but maybe I was not privy

to every secret of my childhood friend

hidden events in the end?

 

Gave the vague description of the suspect

to the detective inspector

who seemed unimpressed at the photo fit

nothing else could be added

later assisted the family to bury their son

something that had to be done!

 

Ten years on the  question always remains

why did I not act sooner

though as far as the evidence was gathered

the only explanation found

it was professionally planned and executed

this was no longer disputed!

 

But no motive has yet been discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.