We saw them coming high, that dawn,
Their silver wings aflame
With morning sunlight, driving on,
In endless streams they came;
They filled all heaven with the spawn
Of dragon-seed, and flame.
Beyond the hard-won beach, their sound,
Beyond St. Mere Eglise
They opened bomb-bays over ‘Trond
Then spilled their cargo free;
Concussion rolled and rocked the ground
From St. Lo to the sea.
The sky fell in that summer’s day
On friend as well as foe,
And good men died to pry a way
For tanks, who stole the show;
Smashing hard on a line-drive play
That broke us through St. Lo.
— Captain Grady L. McMurtry, U.S. Army
Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, June 1995.