|D Day for Daniel
Author: can you see the lights PM
"Get off the boat, soldier, it's your time to fight." A poem from the POV of a soldier in WWII, D-Day in Normandy, France.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Horror - Words: 509 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3009405
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Before you read this, please take note that the onomatopoeia is in bold, the real poem is in normal font and the thoughts of the character are italicized! Thanks!
Boom! Pew! Pew, pew, pew!
Bang! Whack! Pew!
Get off the boat, soldier,
It's your time to fight.
Pew! Pew, pew! Bam! Clunk! Chink!
I gotta get my gun out of its plastic after I get onto the beach.
Bang! Pew, pew!
Into the water,
Muffling the sound of gunfire and bombs,
But watching your friends die with a cloud of warm red floating in the cold blue
Whoosh! Whoosh! Boom!
Your head breaks the surface,
And you ready yourself for the biggest fight of your life;
The fight against evil and strife.
Pull yourself together and
Bam! Wee-ooh-wee-ooh! Zoing!
It's all right, soldier,
You'll (hopefully) live to see another day;
Just fight your hardest and your reward is your monthly pay.
Boom! Boom! Ah!
Get down on your knees and hide behind the nearest iron star,
And wait for your captain to tell you what to do and where you are.
Shut your eyes tight, soldier,
And pretend you didn't just see a man get his head blown off.
Bang! Bang! Vwip! Rip!
Woosh! Muffle: da-da-da-da-da-da! Boom! Bang! Sss!
Well, I'm gonna need my arm, aren't I?
Pew, pew, pew! Crash! Errrrr!
You look through a small pile of body parts and spot your arm,
And you reach down and grab it like it's your gun.
Bang! Boom! Da-da-da-da-da-da! Pishoo!
You hit the ground and look up at the cloudy sky,
And it reminds you of home-sweet-home and your girl's blueberry pie
Muffle: da-da-da-da-da-da-da! Pew, pew!
D-Day for Daniel! D-Day for Daniel,
You cry hysterically in your mind,
Not even knowing that you're way past the sane and insane line.
Boom! Da-da-da-da-da-da! Bang! Pishoo! Vwip!
Can you hear the angels singing your name, soldier?
Are they celebrating you?
D-Day for Daniel, D-Day for Daniel! D-Day for Daniel and his arm!
Boom! Da-da-da-da-da-da-da! Pew, pew, pew, pew! Da-da-da-da!
D-Day for damn war! D-Day for death! D-Day for Daniel! D-Day for Daniel and his arm!
This has to be one of the weirdest poems I've ever written in my life! I wanted to capture the sounds of D-Day in Normandy by using onomatopoeia, though I might have done a bit too much. The part where it says "Muffle: da-da-da-da-da" or anything like that means that he's in shellshock and everything sounds muffled to him. Please review, and no flames please!