Death Embarkation
Wooded, secluded,
Offering just a glimpse
Of tidal river’s brown depths:
They were unloaded,
Goaded from trucks
And milled, thrilled and chilled,
Though the English summer was nigh,
To embark.
Glowing, unknowing,
Recalling just a glimpse
Of England’s Cornish green beauty:
They were huddled,
Befuddled on beaches
And drilled, willed and killed,
When the German onslaught left its
Indelible mark…
Pete Ray
Tolverne, near King Harry’s Ferry, Roseland, Cornwall.
The Americans embarked for France from here, in Landing Ship Tanks, LSTs, which would become known as ‘Large Slow Targets’…
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