Categories Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing normandy Post author By aayoung Post date June 6, 2014 No Comments on normandy as a man lays dying it’s not god he asks for it’s mama *For Frankie DeVita from Brooklyn Share this:FacebookLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrEmailRedditTwitterPinterestPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Tags D-Day, death, France, God, love, mothers, Normandy, War ← i can say this if i call it art → warm in the sun Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.