D-DAY

Our boat drew near,
And maximized our fear.
I looked to the other men's faces,
They were all staring at blank spaces.

"10 seconds", yelled the man at the wheel,
Now the men began to reel.
Then one side of the boat lay down like a mat,
And the front line of men fell down flat.

I realized that I must jump over the side,
Then swim to the beach and hide.
So I jumped into the ocean,
and as I did, my body was thrown into motion.

I was thrown for yards,
As my boat burst into many shards.
I just lay in the ocean,
Begging for a potion.

My right arm and leg gone,
I realized I must go on.
But I saw a white light,
And it ended my fight.

And when I could see,
St. Peter was talking to me.
"You're not worthy of me ringing this bell,
Instead you're going to Hell."

At these words I awoken,
And found that no one in my cabin had spoken.
It was the day before D-Day,
My visit with Peter only one day away.