Axis & Allies - damowords

Doodlebug
The grand Nazi plan is less grand than deem’d;
From sites diminisht by the Allied bomb
Pilotless ballistics strataward stream’d
To shatter London & her saintly Dom;
The Blitz returns,
Death‐tipp’d eagles flying,
Once more a city burns, once more good souls dying.
In heaven‐scented Calverly
Stood chief Air Marshall Dowding,
Gaea’s golden serenity
Burst by th’ear‐splitting roaring
Of some Vee‐One’s hostility,
Bent on mindless killing,
It seem’d to laugh flashing above his head
Towing a spitfire with determin’d tread,
Poised neck & neck, tipp’d wing‐to‐wing,
Perform’d a graceful tilt,
Wise unhinging… missile spinning
To corn fields at full hilt,
A ruthless killer thwarted, it’s quest’s nemesis well built.
Kent
June 16 th
1944
The Soviet Advance
Hitler has led his Greater Germany
Inside the nightmare of a three‐front war,
Vast arms defend his eastern ʹvictory,ʹ
Just mere handfulls protect the Norman shore;
From post to post
Nailʹd a rigid defence;
The English army toasts his frigid martial sense.
Immense courage reers for the fight
In the Feste Platze fortresses,
Without water, hope & daylight,
Led by thought‐numbʹd officers,
Rollʹd over by the Russian might
Leaving these sepulchres
Of fead & dying drifting with disease ‐
A young Thuringen pleads on beeding knees...
Pityʹs protestations ignored,
Konstantin prefers force,
& draws his sword, anger outpourʹd
Treading the darker course,
From ear‐to‐ear he calmly cut that throat without remorse.
Byellorussia
22nd June
1944