Tears never fail to meet my eyes when before this beach I stand,
Where turquoise and navy waters meet a soft, stone-strewn sand
The eyes see far and only grace,
But somehow beauty is not out of place
With tragedy its friend
For here, the turning of the war began.
Thousands of young met a bullet demise, a shrapnel surrender,
Waves are foam white today but then, they were red.
Like gleaming white crosses on immaculate green grass
Standing vigil for the fear unseen,
The sadness with hope;
A light in the dark.
This beach once was the theatre of a dance,
Not of art, but of blood.
They died for you, they died for me;
They died for the world and for the word: FREEDOM.
The young sacrificed their lives that I might have one, and a chance for greatness
And I thank them, my silent friends,
As silent as the wind they sing
With tears I crawl down
Into bombed-out German bunkers,
Reinforced concrete with holes as big as death
These dark rooms call out Enter,
Feel the fear that was here.
Feel the fear and the life, and the death, of those here,
Who cried for their mothers, a woman, a beer,
They were young
They were scared
They became men for they had no choice,
And then they died,
Never tasting mother’s soup again.
They died on this beach, by the thousands,
I will remember your sacrifice, and
I thank you with tears
What words cannot express.
Et par le pouvoir d’un mot, je recommence ma vie. Je suis né pour te connaître, pour te nommer: Liberté. Paul Eluard