Omaha Beach

I was watching "Saving Private Ryan" two weeks before I actually wanted to write. I submitted this to the Metamorphosis Poetry Contest and lost. But I'm still proud of this poem so enjoy.

Booming sounds
Guns shots going off round by round
Shouting crowds
Mounds of dead lying on this bloody beach
Moving to the other side seems hard to reach
To breach or be deceased
But at least when this is over you can go back to your love
The only thing stopping you is raining bullets from high above
Shove, shoot, avoid getting shot
All these men have to remember that this is no walk
No stroll at the park
Your friend lost his arm
He lays there crying
Wishing he would just die and relocate to the stars
The sight scars your heart
This whole mission is falling apart
*boom*
You wake up later finding that your leg has flown the coop
And finally the song of blasting guns went mute…