by Gio Avondo
The soft summer
sand of the beach
Warmed the boy's
feet.
It rippled in
even waves
As he chased his
brother.
An overwhelming
bang,
Caused him to
stop,
And the
once-bright coast,
Became a cloudy,
foreboding landscape.
Landing crafts
unloaded groups of frightened men,
Gunfire could be
heard all the way down the beach,
Which led to
hundreds falling,
Lifeless.
Blood soaked the
sand,
Screams filled
the air,
And wherever the
boy went,
At bodies he
would stare.
Then he blinked.
The men became
children,
Playing in the
sea.
And the towering
tank was replaced
By an ice cream
van.
The dog's bark
was mistaken for the gunfire,
Sounded seconds
before.
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