Axis & Allies - damowords

Landsturm
Max Stemmler requisition’d by Goebells,
Reich remnant summon’d to the Prussien,
Oathsworn to resist in bloody battles
The brainwash of the Bolshevik Russian;
With surly sighs
Grandfather & grandson
Have donn’d the Jager’s guise ‘stho lived Napoleon.
No rhyme nor reason could explain
The thrall of the Nazi hymns,
How the zest of his early reign
Now death’s gory paroxyms,
How loyalty can still ordain
Stepping into chasms…
The GI’s pierce the gloomy atmosphere
With unanswer’d, “What are we doing here”
Of the banality of war
The old man grown full sick,
Thro shatter’d door he’d seen before
This poster clung to brick,
‘All this we owe to der Fuhrer!’ he laugh’d a lunatic.
Berlin
February 3rd
1945
Dresden
Squadron Leader Bligh completes his home run,
Now Archie Day so he may fray again,
For those who return, if fell’d from the sun,
May yield the network up with torture’s pain;
He took control
Of brand new Wellington,
Performs a pinpoint roll & join’d the formation.
Skimming the cloudrealm wing‐to‐wing,
Fokker flights well push’d aside,
The ack‐ack air a shuddering
Brutal bombs fell far & wide,
The noble art of murdering
Efficiently applied…
Streets & churches with bleets of terror fill,
The rare few reach the safety of the hill.
As ghastly Magdeburg suffer’d
This city too knows hell,
Bligh glides his bird & at the word
His load adds to the swell,
A far cry from gallant ‘forty this slaughter ariel.
Germany
February 13 th
1945