Axis & Allies - damowords

Echoes of Defeat
Thoʹ stretchʹd to breaking point the laden crews
Rescue one long days worth of French soldiers,
But shouts of British perfidy ensues
When the rear guard reach the clutterʹd beaches;
They fought to save
Those footsteps in the sand,
Now gone across the wave, gone to the promist land.
ʺ...the odious apparatus
Of the Nazi privateers
We shall fight on fields & beaches,
Offer I blood, sweat & tears,
If the empire of the English
Should last a thousand years,
Then let men say this was her finest hour!ʺ
Churchill’s few words the many empower.
The floating corpse of poor LeGrand
Washʹd up close by Calais
Above, huge band of genʹrals stand,
Bedeckt in sylvan grey,
Now view those cliffs… over the waves an eagle surfs the spray.
France
June 4 th
1940
Sorry Soldiery
Aspens shiver in the soft summer breeze
Shade for this herd of riderless horses
Watching war’s rlingering efugees
Evicted by pitiless world forces
They are fair game
To Italy’s pilots
Shooting hot spurts of flame, to live is to draw lots
With Hitler nigh victorious
This bald, martial parasite
Mussolini, vainglorious,
Sends Alpini off to fight
Mid snow‐caps & ice crevices
Far from the legion’s might
Millenia has diluted the gene
That once won Europe for its own demesne!
Jean‐Francois joined the local troop
Of common folk in arms
A hardy group of youth & stoop,
Of farmers & gendarmes,
Halting great Mussolini like the pancreas of Brahms
Briancon
June 11 th
1940