This is what he fought for on a beach in Normandy
This is what he dreamed about beneath the desert sky:
brown earth breaking on the plough and white gulls wheeling by. . .
This is what he fought for on a beach in Normandy:
parish church and village green, his English legacy.
These things did he know and love. He lived and died for them. . .
Speak no word. The evening thrush will sing his requiem.
Magic Casements, Patience Strong, 1950
The Scots, Welsh, Irish, English, Canadians, Australians, South Africans, New Zealanders, and Americans all carried their dreams with them on D-day,