They are the empty places <br />They are the ragged bundles on the shore <br />Emptied of their love and all they saw <br />Converted into memories <br />Instantly <br />Not wanting to <br />Yet went <br />That was brave <br />No Game <br />No masquerade <br />They did not come home <br />So while there lives a memory <br />While there is an empty place <br />An unforgotten face <br />Leave them their dignity <br />Those who died seriously <br />Normandy 1944<br /><br />Egal Bohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/normandy-1944/
