Axis & Allies - damowords

Canto I
The course of the battle from late morning to mid‐afternoon
The British Lines
Down the length of an infamous army
Of thieves, Irishmen, scoundrels & beggars,
Rode the warrior Duke, Arthur Wellesley,
With escort of officers & troopers;
As thoʹ they were
In England with the hounds,
Chasing the foxes fur across the chalky Downs.
The artillery toppʹd the crest
Where the Chemin de la Croix
Held his forces from East to West
Like some scalded scarlet scar,
Against the rearward slope hard‐pressʹd
So cannon would fire far
Above their heads & safely out of harm ‐
The bugles blare, the time has come to arm.
Cloud castles drifting, underneath
Two armies knew silence,
Breathing sweet breath before old Death
Walks in waves of violence,
A single shot echoes the end of this dayʹs innocence.
Grim was it in that dawn to be alive
Except to those who like their mornings bloody
The Fields of Waterloo
11:30
Sagittarius