Here is a poem sent to me from Natl. Hq. 34th I.D. Assn..
Beneath white crosses row on row
Our buddies lie at Anzio.
Do we remember, yes, we nod,
Some nameless crosses, known but to GOD.
On Anzio Beach beneath the German guns,
Our lines held firm, we did no run.
Yet those who paidfull price that day,
Lie beneath white crosses and Anzio Clay.
While we have Memorial today
May they sleep in peace beneath Anzio's clay.
Do we remember,yes, we nod.
They are lying there beneath Anzio's sod.
Some still lie ther this very day,
In a foreign land so far away.
May they rest well in the hands of GOD,
Beneath the white crosses and the Anzio sod.
They did their job aswell they tried,
They met their fate and there they died.
We must not forget them where they lie,
And really couldn't if we try.
Like Flanders field in World War one,
The crosses gleamm in the mid-day sun
The poppies grow in the same old way,
Near all white crosses on the ANZIO CLAY...
BY ORIN GENTRY---RED BULL SOLDIER..