Normandy (Poem)

Hit the silk.
Hit the deck.
Hit in the belly.
Arms.
Legs.  Neck.

Hit by shrapnel.
Hit the beach.
Hit every target
Within reach.

Incoming’s still
Coming down;
The man who’s hit —
Calm him down.
Don’t call the corpsman:
The corpsman’s down.

Hit the villa.
Hit the yard.
Hit the embankments —
Hit ’em hard.

Hit the village.
Hit the ground.
Hit every blessed
Thing around.

Hit them back
For Hitler’s hell.
Hit, attack —
For those who fell.

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