Jack Buck's D-day Poem
When Jack Buck visited Normandy, France in 1995 he felt strong emotions and realized that he could have eaisly have been killed during his service time and wrote this poem.
They chatter and laugh as they pass by my grave
And that's the way it should be
For what they have done,
and what they will do, has
Nothing to do with me.
I was tossed ashore by a friendly wave
With some unfriendly steel in my head.
They chatter and laugh as they pass by my grave
But I know they'll soon be dead.
They've counted more days than I ever knew
And that's all right with me, too.
We're all souls in one pod, all headed for God
Too soon, or later, like you.
They chatter and laugh as they pass by my grave
And that's the way it should be
For what they have done,
and what they will do, has
Nothing to do with me.
I was tossed ashore by a friendly wave
With some unfriendly steel in my head.
They chatter and laugh as they pass by my grave
But I know they'll soon be dead.
They've counted more days than I ever knew
And that's all right with me, too.
We're all souls in one pod, all headed for God
Too soon, or later, like you.