Higgins Boats, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Crossing the English Channel
What was going through their minds
As the churning waves gnawed
At their guts, and thought of home

Would they return, what was their mission
The pill boxes, looming on the tops of cliffs
Their greeting, piercing, pelting. pinging
Dinging the the fap of the Higgins boats

The first rows, mowed down, falling limp
Further back, they jumped the side
Weighted down, many drowned
Onward bound, on the beaches

They hit the ground, thunder clapping
Grenade sound, shredded limbs
All around. The overcast day,
Airborne rangers, in dismay

Many a plane had lost it’s way
Dropped the parachutes in the fray
Floating targets became easy prey
Up the cliffs they climbed their way

Driving the Nazis back to Berlin
On the beaches is where it began
Ending fascism they took a stand
Preserving freedom throughout the land.