Axis & Allies - damowords

Love’s Bond
The moon was full & the night rippl’d fair
For the homecoming of Monsieur Merlot
Drifting gently on a cushion of air,
Dogs barking in the farmyard dark below;
Piercing the night
Was his secret beacon,
The bright, flicking flashlight of his destination.
With wonderful euphoria
Feet set back on native ground,
Poetical adventurer,
Great‐grandchildren to astound…
Welcoming their paratrooper
The maquis gather’d round…
For their lovely leader, Miss Innocent,
It seems to Earth an angel had been sent.
“Pierre!” “Veronique!” love’s embrace
They share a desp’rate cling,
While passions race the jaundiced face
Of Constance simpering
Distorts to monstrous maelstrom blister’d with twisted feeling.
France
May 29th
1944
Agony of Command
Two empires allied since the Peace of Ghent
Combine to strike a rival from the Earth,
Into low landing crafts their soldiers went
With rifle, helm & ammo‐belted girth;
Reading, smoking,
Enjoying lifeʹs sweet breaths,
Of their loved ones thinking or conjuring their deaths.
Eisenhower bore cognizanze
Supreme Allied commander,
His charge ready to invade France
Depending on the weather,
ʺJan Mayen charts the likely chance
Of skies becoming clear
Upon the sixth... to risk it donʹt know...
What do you think Monty” “ I would say... go!”
The sirens of the Norman shore
Broke his indecision,
ʺBut war is war, I wonʹt say more,
My thanks to everyone”
& looking at his wrist‐watch in an instant he was gone.
Southwick House
June 4th
1944