Axis & Allies - damowords

Rear‐Gaurd
From ridge to ridge they coverʹd the retreat,
These cavalry disguised as an army,
Blocking the passage of the Genappe street,
Flankʹd by the Royal Horse Artillery;
So beautiful
Along the long slopes length
The Chasseurs de Cheval came charging in great strength.
Like some great rivers tidal flow
The contest raged in the rain,
The pendulum swung to & fro
As the campaigns fought in Spain,
After each charge their would follow
Counter with equal mein,
& with each skirmish fought, all the while,
Wellingtonʹs army walked on one more mile.
How soon the roads that churn to ooze
Delay the French advance,
Allowʹd to choose, throʹ rain & ruse,
The field to fight with France
Wellington smilʹd as Mont Saint‐Jean appearʹd in the distance.
La Belle Alliance
18:00
Battleʹs Eve
The Emperor reachʹd the inn tward sunset
With his footsore & rain sodden army,
Viewʹd the lush fields he would never forget
Rippling yellow cross the shallow valley;
ʺDare he stand here
The battlefield so small!ʺ
A stench of secret fear did permeate his soul.
Throʹ Heaven waltzʹd the Evening Star
As four French cannonballs fly,
The grand, full‐throated voice of war
As sixty roar in reply,
Thick blood pulsʹd throʹ his throbbing scar,
ʺThese English want to die ‐
Have the troops bivouac here for the night,
First light shall prove their stomach for the fight.ʺ
Throʹ starry climes the Eagle flew
Oer each moon‐sprinklʹd cloud,
Then swoopʹd down to the farm Caillou
Close to the cheering crowd,
For throʹ them rode an Emperor, the father of the proud.
Maison du Roi
21:00