White beaches today,Such a beautiful sightBut history’s been here It just doesn’t feel right.  The ghosts are still yelling Still shouting their ordersYoung men are still dying,Still living the horrors.  Etched into the sand,The nightmares of warCliffs of black stoneStand tall and scorched The gunfire echoes Bones lie in the sandOn this white beach,Soldiers took their last stand. Red beaches today,What a sickening sightHistory’s written For freedom, we fight.