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In 1964, Dwight Eisenhower returned to Normandy. It had been twenty years since D-Day and was the only time he returned to the beaches where so many died and began the final chapter in the Second World War.

Words could never capture what went on there and what Eisenhower must have been feeling. In this song/poem, I envision him giving voice to that which we can never understand.

Eisenhower on the Beach

Eisenhower on the beach nineteen-sixty-four
He’d come back to give a speech on twenty years before

He looked upon the dignitaries waiting on his words
He’d written, “This was necessary.Freedom was preserved

Then the ocean, the wind took him away
Something woke within and all he could say

ohhh

Returning to his senses, “Had he sung out loud?”
Silence had descended Upon the gathered crowd

What this was, he’d never known, he picked up his notes
Leaned into the microphone, cleared his throat

But once again words, simply would not come
But this time he heard the crowd join as one

ohhh

What more was of them could they offer
To waves of men in water?

Eisenhower never spoke of Normandy again
He had a wife, a family, a garden to tend

The battlefield of Gettysburg was just beyond his home
On hallowed ground, he was found, he lay down with his own

They placed him in a tomb in Arlington
His soldiers saluted without their guns

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