Forgotten hero

(From the beaches of Normandy)
Its 6.30 in the morning and I'm here on the front line,
The enemy lies before us while the eternal darkness stares ahead.
My friends lie beside me still as their blood stains the sand,
But I've no time to grieve I've no time at all.
Right now I'd like to be anywhere else but here,
Eating my mother's Sunday Roast dinner even though she over does the vegetables,
Walking down the street with my friends heading for the local park,
In the arms of my beloved Gladys.
Oh how I long to see her face again the softness of her skin,
To touch one another to kiss one another to be with one another.
Yet here I am far from home,
Knowing that the enemy soldier that fires the bullet may feel the same.
Tell me again why am I here what was the cause,
Why should everyone I hold dear risk losing me.
What good will come of this what lessons will we learn,
And here comes the deafening noise of death...

(From a parade in modern time on Rememerance Sunday)
Now you dress me in my best suit and get me to salute and smile,
My medals have been polished I'm going to be adored.
A tear caresses my face and my head bows to remember my fallen allies,
Their bodies long since departed and left on the beach.
For the tide to bury them in its watery grave.
The cameras start rolling yet I don't feel a star,
I'm just a man that was asked to do a task that no man today would dream of,
But for you today is just another day to mark off from the calender.
You'll go home to your playstations and your Sky TV.
Safe in the knowledge that you'll never witness what I saw.
You are free because of me you breathe because of me,
You exist because of me.
You may forget about us tomorrow,
But I won't forget about them...their faces their names.
I am just another forgotten hero from yester years,
I live I breathe but I do not feel.
Though no bullet pierced my skin all those years ago,
I did die on that beach...
I am a ghost a shadow of all that's gone before,
They are the spirits the heroes who sleep forever more.