1944

Soft
The voice that bids farewell
Strain
Each sinew to prepare
See
Plans they can never tell
Stride
Where only heroes dare

Board
The vessels to their fate
Bond
Like brothers with their peers
Breathe
Deep, close their eyes and wait
Beach
Charge towards their deepest fears

Loud
The ringing in their head
Long
The day still just begun
Life
Hanging on by a thread
Lead
The battle to be won

Press
On further up the beach
Push
The dark thoughts from their mind
Pray
The Lord, their souls to keep
Pause
For those they leave behind