Axis & Allies - damowords

War & Peace
As th’army of th’American nation,
Curer of Europe’s feverish violence,
Shrivels daily into isolation
These two gargantuans of her defence
Settle to eat
Well‐planned home‐made dinner
Fanning the shady heat on the cool veranda.
Mrs Patton pours the red wine
As discussion they frankly share
Wise words draped in a southern whine
On the art of Tank Warfare,
“To penetrate the foe’s front line
One must concentrate there.”
“Yes, strike like cobras with artillery,
Not spread out defending the infantry.”
Upon Mrs Eisenhower
Serving the last liqueur
They both shower, within the hour
Had left for the lecture
On ‘Pursuit of Routing Armies,’ by a young MacArthur.
Camp Meade
1920
Baby Boom
Charlie Sumner stagger’d down Accy Road,
Havelock lock‐in for a quick whiskey,
Into his crude two‐up, two‐down, tiptoed ‐
To pounce on his young wife drunk & frisky;
“Gerroff!” a clout,
His silent smile’s intrigue,
Bends to triumphant shout… “We’ve won the blumminʹ
league!”
How rare is it to find true mate
To share thy meagre ration;
They rush upstairs to celebrate,
Indulge youth’s perfect passion,
Without a jonny for, of late,
Babies are in fashion,
He gasps as he sighs as his seed slips in,
A cry! Rose rises, “Our Jack needs feedinʹ!”
While she’s away some charabanc
Lets off a lively BOOM!
Torturous pang, the clammy clang
Of battle claims the room,
While friends that fell at Passcheandale wail, “Charlie!” thro
the gloom.
Burnley
1921