Before the Dawn ©
By
Michael Casey
Last looks at photos of mom
Checking and rechecking kit before the fight
Cursing louder and louder to hide the fear
Playing cards, last chance to get rich before hiding in a ditch
Look at photos of naked girls wishing you could hide within
Prayers half said and wishing you had got wed
You promise you’ll marry the first thing you get back
Rosaries dusted off, and mumbled through,you haven’t got a clue
Lucky charms and Rosaries too kissed and wrapped around your kit
False smiles, and wondering why you came thousands of miles
Hope that you’d get to sample champagne in Paris
Fear that you’d never get back to your aged mom again
Charity sharing your chocolate with your mates
Laugher over the water into the distance
Worry half hidden from each other
But you are each other’s brother
At dawn you will fight and try not to die together
You can hear the bagpipes, the mad piper has begun
The rush of bravery and hope, you will survive and go
All the way to Berlin, Normandy is just the beginning
You will show the Nazis what you are made of.
First off the boat and up the beach a kiss from a French girl
Is almost within reach
Bullets fly, bullets fly but New Yorkers don’t come to die
You are an American and you will be in Paris
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