Axis & Allies - damowords

Armistice
The War is over, namore the killing,
Slain the lusty blooms of many nations,
Peace mops the sodden brow &, god willing,
All creed & contree shall be relations;
Order’d to yield
The Wehrmacht leave the trench,
Behind, a bitter field & the ecstatic French.
The Hohenzollern dynasty
Emulates the ancyent Czar,
Forfeits the Kaiser’s monarchy
To the fortunes lost in war,
The Junkers of old Germany
Congregate at Weimar,
There delegate a democratic air,
This treacherous republic to declare.
By a rain‐swept roadside seated,
Sobbing for Germany,
His dejected & defeated
Yet wunderbar contree,
Hitler sees her sad, lowly ebb, seizes her destiny.
Pasewalk
November
1918
Homecoming
At the Douamont fort, by sunset shades,
A vet’ran lay a wreath to heal Verdun,
Prayʹd for the souls of poor fallen comrades
Then bought a ticket bound for Briancon;
Two hundred francs,
Two shirts, a suit & shoes,
Plus ev’ry Frenchman’s thanks for battling the Blues.
Climbing slowly click‐clack’d the train
Up thro the Alpine passes,
Attack’d by sheets of driving rain
He wipes his misty glasses…
ʺAt last! my heart is home again!ʺ
Beer & pretty lasses
Wait the jubilant return of heroes ‐
One quarter of Frenchmen left to the crows.
Smiles breath in pleasant atmosphere,
A gasp! “C’est Jean‐Francois!”
He halts the cheer, orders a beer,
Drenches thirst in nectar,
“Deux francs,” “Deux francs! C’est ridicule pour une Stella
Artois!”
France
1919