Axis & Allies - damowords

Royal Air Force
ʺQueen to Bishop seven... thatʹs check & mate!ʺ
Squealʹd Ginger ‘cross to Squadron Leader, Bligh,
At once! from speakerage would emanate
The screaming call to scramble & to fly!
Aft ʹTally ho!ʹ
Soon cruising thro the skies,
With bold ʹBandits below!ʹ they swoop to scoop the prize.
ʺ...in the field of human conflict
Have so many owed so much
To so few!ʺ The Fewʹs hearts were prickt
By Churchill’s Tyrtaean touch.
ʺYou know, Nigel, we shan’t be lickʹd!ʺ
& both their spirits such
That they were vehement for victory
As tho they waited Spain at Tilbury.
Bligh conducts a daisy‐cutter,
Keen to renew the fray,
ʺSpot of dinnerʺ he join’d Ginger,
ʺA wizard show today!ʺ
The ground crew call, ʺSheʹs ready Nige!ʺ to cockpit, ʺChocks
away!ʺ
Kenley
August 15th
1940
Bombing the Reich
They watchʹd the wonder of the Milky Way
Where Phaeton’s crashing chariot did scorch
A splash of stars awash with Heraʹs spray
Glittering in the trail of Lunaʹs torch;
Where Mondenschein
Silvers the cloudy seas,
Where steel wing aquiline floats on propeller breeze.
Xaver basks in chic revelrie
Infesting the late night bars,
Vestaʹs disturbʹd tranquility
As sounds the siren of Mars,
Flak throws up bright hostility
Where searchlights sweep the stars...
ʺVas a disgraceful form of var to vage!ʺ
Sleep‐robbʹd storm round the shelters in a rage.
He crawl’d outside to count the cost,
Pickt up a dropt pamphlet,
ʺThe war is lost while you are bossʹd
By Hitlerʹs cabinet!ʺ
ʺNow zey have started something!ʺ ʺDer Fuhrer shall finish it!ʺ
Berlin
August 28th
1940