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Вчера слушала выступление ветерана Великой Отечественной Войны. Это был старый человек, ему 80 лет. Весь в морщинах, но высокий стройный и одет в свою форму, которую он получил в 19 лет. И было это в 1944 году. Их корабль подошёл к берегам Франции, Омаха пляж. После того, как он уже был взят. Их 28 человек послали заменить убитых солдат. И он видел это место после боя.
10 лет спустя, уже в Коннектикуте он решил написать поэму об этом и написал, не будучи поэтом. Вчера он её читал, в музыкальном сопровождении. я никогда не забуду этого человека.
Текст по-английски, но может кое-что будет понятно.
Peter Thomas.
Omaha Beach
When we went in, the beach had been taken
the living fought on, the dead forsaken
We were dropped into water up to our shoulders
We waded in - a group of green soldiers
Onto that thin strip of beach
So many had tried to reach.
They were the ones who went in first
Among the machine gun fire and shell burst
They went to watery graves Sinking under the waver
The water was red
Red from the dead
Red from the dying
In agony crying
Those who made the land
Were not able to stand
They fell on the sand
Writhing in pain
Screaming for help in vain
Every advantage was on the hill
They killed our men at will
The rain of death from the cliffs never stopped
But we just kept coming in from the sea
Wave after wave, as far as you could see
Sheer courage and determination
Not believing they were done
Dictated the victory that day
Others in the future will say
when they stand on that mighty height
And look down on that strop of beach
They'll say, "I don't see how they ever did it"
They fought for every inch of it
Up the sides of that fortified wall.
Over the tops of those cliffs so tall.
I'll never forget that beach
i'll never forget the men
in the ships
in the air and on the land
and those who died on the sand
And on the water
they lie now beneath thousands of white crosses
and stars of David
Above the beach those wonderful soldiers who died so young
they died so we
could be free How can we ever forget what they did
We honor them this day
We salute them
And we humbly beseech them
Dear god, bless the men who died on Omaha Beach
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