Axis & Allies - damowords

Canto III
The routing of the Imperial Gaurd & the defeat of Napoleon
Routing the Gaurd
ʺNow Maitland! Nowʹs your time!ʺ Swiftly upsprung
One long, scarlet line of grimy faces,
With one thundering volley forward flung
Murdʹrous musketry at twenty paces;
Deathʹs wind was blown,
Driving men to their knees,
Strange field of human corn all swaying in the breeze.
ʺUp gaurds & at ʹem!ʺ Wellesley cried,
His men rushʹd to the murder,
Where brave blues stood fresh terrified
Of death by English slaughter,
The bayonet, coldly applied,
Adds to the disorder
A cowering coward yelps a wild shout ‐
As one the beaten heroes turn & rout.
ʺLa Garde recule,ʺ ʺ Impossible!ʺ
ʺNous sommes traits!ʺ the cry,
Their spirits fell, broken the spell,
To France these Frenchmen fly,
So cruel & bitter tasting tears trickle from each proud eye.
ʺThe next worst thing after a battle lost is a battle won.ʺ
The Fields of Waterloo
20:00
The Duke of Wellington