To the most cowardly and worst soldier there on the beach in June '44:
Yes, you dropped your gun at the water's edge, letting the salt and sand ruin it.
Yes, you clung to the beach, clawing with your hands, maybe using the dead body of a brave man to shield you.
Yes, you cried, lost all continence, vomited the bit of bile left in your gut, shivered, and shamed yourself.
Yes, you let down your buddies, your family, your country.
Yes, you died as cowards do a thousand times and maybe that one time that ends all.
But, feel no shame, Sir, I honor you.
No matter what happened that morning: I stand in awe of even you.
Just being there--however much you cringed--exceeds all I can imagine.