The Battle for Normandy
Carrying my brother on my shoulder taking him to an HQ
I make sure that I stay out mines
Hearing explosion and the scream of my fellow comrades
I hear the bunkers shooting, and more yelling of soldiers
Blasting me I still keep on going
But the wounds are taking over and felt but I still have mission
to make sure that my brother gets to see his newborn baby
This mission is a favor and I won’t fail it
I’ll save my brother to the death.
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