Axis & Allies - damowords

The Prussian Advance
As cannonades echoe for miles around,
Slowly, along theses atrocious back lanes,
The Prussians hasten to the battleground
Throʹ marshland swollen by the recent rains;
Knee deep in mud
Blucher waved high his sword,
ʺVorwarts! My men, you vud not haf me break my vurd.ʺ
On they marchʹd a murdʹrous ordeal
All throʹ the glutinous goo,
Taking three men to free a wheel
While weary exhaustion grew,
But with the great Germanic zeal
Close to the battle drew,
Emerging from the woods by Saint‐Lambert,
The battle spread below them everywhere.
Napoleon gazed hopefully
Along the Eastern track,
ʺThey could well be troops of Grouchy...ʺ
ʺPerhaps, sire, Prussian black!ʺ
ʺIt makes no difference to us now, pursue DʹErlonʹs attack.ʺ
La Belle Alliance
13:30
DʹErlonʹs Attack
The low, dense powder clouds drifted away,
The bands struck up, notes melt ʹcross the mile,
Followʹd by juggernauts marching their way
Across the valley in the same, old style ‐
Warʹs arena
Fills with the sound of drum;
Rrum‐da, rrum‐dum...rrum‐da, rrubba‐dabba‐dum‐dum!
A mile‐long line of skirmisher
Drove the keen sharpshooters back
So three grand columns of soldier,
Five thousand from front to back,
Could pass throʹ the smoke & sulphur,
Press glorious attack
On the British, whose ignoble retreat
Would consummate their eternal defeat.
A blaze of muskets strafed the flanks
Flung out from La Haye Saint,
The cannon clanks, ploughʹd throʹ the ranks
Screaming balls of iron,
But still, regardless of their loss, joyously they marchʹd on.
The Fields of Waterloo
13:40