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THE GUY ON THE LEFT
Every time I see that film
Of the Normandy Invasion
I wonder about the guy on the left
You know the one
Filmed at ground level
Soldiers running up the beach
Backsacks on, rifles in hand
My eyes never stray from him
I keep hoping...
Hoping he will make it this time
That this time he will not fall
And then, when he does fall
Hoping that it was only a trip
That he will get back up
Hoping that maybe someday
He will read this poem
And call me to tell me
It was only a bad dream
