They came on that June day from out of the sea,
To vanquish evil and set a continent's people free,
They knew not what lay ahead at the end of the day,
Some would go home but others forever would stay,

It's been many decades, but the wind still carries the sounds,
If you stand there today you can feel their ghosts all around,
On that field lies the seeds of a generation that never will grow,
What they had to offer the world we will never know,

Mankind owes them more than we can ever repay,
Even more to the ones that forever will always stay,
Seeds planted in vain all those many, long years ago,
White crosses of stone, the only thing ever to grow,

Nations seem to never learn what history has shown,
After the battles are over all that remains are fields of stone.

by L. D. Millsap

Copyright of L. D Millsap