[Luba]

By Tony Chapman
The Coxswain

There are forty of us waiting
In this little LCA
We sailors…and these soldiers
We’re taking in today
They came aboard our mother ship
Now several days ago
They’re growing very pale
As the strain begins to show
They’re only boys…the most of them
Eighteen to twenty three
For some of them…..tomorrow
Is a day……they’ll never see.
I can’t promise we’ll all make it lads
But I’ll do my best…you’ll see
I’ll remember you….you young soldiers
This day….in Normandy
God bless you lads….and keep you safe
We’ll meet again….one day
This is it then lads…..keep your heads down
AWAY ALL BOATS………AWAY