Veteran Beach Through the wind you still can hear The sounds of triumph, death, and fear While bombs explode machine guns roar Planes and soldier’s spirits’ soar Along the beach you hear the cries Another victim now there lies One more soldier’s blood is shed Another man is sent home dead The waves still crash upon the shore The scent of blood is here no more No more soldiers cross the land Killing off their fellow man All the blood has washed away From that cold and dreadful day Now peace and freedom fill the air Thanks to all those men who care                                               Thal Dixon                                               Previously Published in                                               Even a Rag Like This                                               1989                                               Needham High School Publications
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