Axis & Allies - damowords

Guadalcanal
At last America offers battle,
Lucent volcanic isle rainforested,
Stagnant & strange, humid, pestilential,
By crocodile & insect infested;
The bugles blare,
How bold goes the attack,
Banzais scythe thro the air, silenced by CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK!
Men fought in a furious rage
Mid the giant hardwood trees,
Mottl’d by squawking foliage,
Warm swamp waters tickling knees,
Fell’d by a war distant men wage,
Ful riddl’d with disease…
Chrystals shrieking a fanatical glean
The last thing many marines would have seen.
Up, up went Nippon’s battlecry
Along the Bloody Ridge,
“Banzai!” “Banzai!” “Maline you die!”
Six charg’d days of carnage,
But like brave Barnes at Gettysburg defenders would not
budge.
Solomon Islands
September 14 th
1942
Prisoners
Humiliated by subhuman skill
The master race enacts its casting vote,
Feeling unsatisfied with a quick kill
They choose instead constriction by the throat;
So drag their prey
To Korolenko Street,
ʺLets make them rue the day they damnʹd us in defeat!ʺ
Kuzmenko is the first to cry
Bull‐clubbʹd to the ground & shot,
Around Klimenko nail‐fists fly,
Til left by bullets to rot,
Shouting, ʺRed sport will never die!ʺ
Trusevich marks his spot,
Stood proud & tall in his goalkeeper green,
Soon blood‐stainʹd in the Babi‐Yar ravine.
The news filterʹd to the outside,
Disheartenʹd Konstantin,
Deflated pride went to confide
With his mum in an inn, ()
ʺWorry not,ʺ mused wise Christina, ʺThe final we must win.ʺ
Kiev
September 1942