Axis & Allies - damowords

Market Garden
The drive resumes to claim fortress Holland,
But three bridges to seize by land & air,
For many miles the rich offensive spannʹd
Thro bright Autumnal weather fine & fair;
Ah! best laid plans,
Shatterʹd spears, batterʹd helms,
As optimism pans ailing thro defeatʹs realms.
Operation Market Garden
By crossʹd bazookas pounded,
White seeds of the Dandelion
Soon outgunnʹd & surrounded
Beyond the bridge at Njimagen
Hopes of relief flounderʹd...
Procuring death, sad flora of the field,
Yet still these hardy Tommys shall not yield.
Mutual respect runs to confound
The hatred born of war,
The streets around this killing ground
An ill‐starrʹd bridge too far,
For those whom survived Stalingrad the foe fought on a par.
Arnhem
September 25 th
1944
Death of Rommel
Two automons knock’d on a legend’s door,
Charge their target with the highest treason,
But for his services throughout the war
Der Fuhrer hast permitted him poison;
Serenity
Succumbs his famous wits,
ʺSpeak with your family, for just fifteen minutes!ʺ
He told his wife of his lifeʹs debt,
Embraced his beloved son,
Donnʹd old Afrika Korps jacket,
Attired Field Marshallʹs baton...
She was nobility, & yet
She wept when he was gone
Away into the forest & his fate,
Car halts, his captors leave the car & wait…
By seat‐slumpʹd star these pale drones stand,
Pathetic’ly he cry,
ʺDeath by the hand of oneʹs own land
So hard,ʺ stript of all pride,
He wheezed his last, closed gemmy lids, thought of his wife &
died.
Swabia
October 14th
1944