Send me from my native France, (from) laying on the blood soaked sands, and being bathed by the waters of Normandy.
And fly my flag-draped coffin to Allied England's Abbey to sleep out my days, for the remainder of Eternity.
My friends and loved ones will never know where I am and may never know I rest in peace, but I speak for all, not least on behalf of all those fallen (and who cannot rest), without names and found at last.
For I give the other nameless like I, a makeshift face, and in this place on step-less bed I feel safe.
