Friday was the 81st anniversary of the D-Day landings. Here is a poem I have written on the subject.

I’ve got a handsome nephew

Turned eighteen just last week

And, Jesus, let me tell you

Since dead boys cannot speak:

He’ll drink a pint of beer

At the bar right next to me

And never see that fear

A boy ought never see.

He’ll get a pretty girlfriend

And I’ll make sure he votes

He’ll never see the surf blood red

Spilt from gun-grey boats.

I leave it then to God to know

Nephews gone to Gold and Sword and Juno.