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Created on: May 28, 2008
T H E B O Y S O F N O R M A N D Y
Have you heard of the Longest Day
And the many men that went away?
For every five that made it ashore
One mother had a son no more
And they were mowed down on the beach
They were murdered 'til they made a breach
Never came back across the sea
And their bones are still in Normandy
Were you told of a tragedy
Wrought from mankind's inhumanity
By German truck prisoners of war
Hauled out to a field, then let machine guns roar
And they just left them in the snow
Several hundred lifeless G.I.Joe
Did we forget them in our victory?
Tell that to them boys at Malmady
Them rows of headstones go on too far
Either Christian cross or David's star
Most every one of them bears the name
Of a young man dealt out of the game
Could just as well be me or you
If we'd come of age in Forty-Two
But if we've buried their legacy
They were better men than you and me...
(Author's Note: at roughly 900 characters "The Boys of Normandy" was 300 characters short of Helium's qualification for art. You can't dictate the minimum number of characters that make a song a song! They're objectively subjective, delicate pieces of work - they are exactly how long they need to be... no more, no less. It had EXACTLY the right number of characters at 900+/-. Therefore, in order to reach the "you must be this tall to ride this ride" mark, I decided to add an "author's note". How much you wanna bet it's right about 300 characters long...give or take...Hmm?)
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