In Loving Memory Of
John Joseph Quann Sr 1898 - 1976
John Joseph Quann Jr 1922 - 1995
Francis William Quann 1924 - 1944
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We landed in France on the Sixth day of June,
We landed just after the descent of the moon;
We landed on sand that was glistening white,
But was littered with dead ere the coming of night.
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The Army, the Navy, the Air Force on high,
Raised a din that could be heard, near and nigh;
The Jerries were nervous as any could see
But they were no more nervous than my buddies and me.
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On, ever onward our forces did toil,
To wrest from the Germans a little more soil;
That morn was horrible, to horrible to tell,
Like the tortures thought up by the devil in hell.
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There were many brave men died on that fateful morn,
When hopes of a lost people were again reborn,
And we must see that they died, not in vain,
Or the horrors of that morn will be re-lived again.
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Maybe not by you or by me,
But by our children whom we fought to keep free;
So let us pray to God, each day,
That hence forth our lives would be lived, His way.
Composed by John Joseph Quann Jr, Glace Bay, NS
