Axis & Allies - damowords

A Vital Battle
The Duke mullʹd by the inn at Quatra Bras,
The sweet skirl of pipes spun his thoughts around,
A dusty cloud, a flash of red, Huzzah!
The Highlanders have reached the battleground;
To war at once!
For throʹ the sky high corn,
The first assaults of France by pounding hoofbeats borne.
Canto III
The gathering of the French & British armies
at the fields of Waterloo
With blue cloaks streaming throʹ the air
They charged for death & glory
To slay these Amazons who dare
Challenge their supremacy,
Smashing against each bristling square
Slashing malice & fury ‐
Green young recruits put to the sternest test,
Boys become men within the wylde tempest.
Calm upon his chestnut charger
The Duke espies a threat,
By clouds of murdʹrous canister
The French columns hard met,
& driven back toward their lines at tip of bayonet.
Quatra Bras
17:30
The harder matchʹd, the greater victory
Shakespeare