Landing by parachute and glider in the early hours of 6th June 1944, airborne soldiers grasped the initiative to ensure the success of the landings on the beaches of Normandy.

An Airman Comes Down

Any other mother’s son –
This bullet force –
This sky-man ;
The chute, unopened
A plummet
An Icarus fall

The failed wing-flight
Of any other mother’s son

This alien force
landing,
Impaled to the ground

As the year’s pass their testament to this event

The slightly queasy feel
of uneasy eyes shift and
Lift to the sky.

See him there, re-entering

No Cannonball !

No Circus act, or jet stream

In bullet speed, crashing and smashing
to the ground
within that matter of war this deathly feat

When some other mother’s son hits the ground.

© Mary T Duggan

1 comment

  1. Most moving. Eighty years ago. A vital young life dashed into obliteration. What integrity or moral honesty remains from such sacrifice ?

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