Axis & Allies - damowords

War’s Tragedy
First the High Seas Fleet then the Luftwaffe
Have fail’d to stave the shame of Germany,
The mad adventure finally over
But for one pilot, lone & full fury;
Flying beyond
The islets of the Danes
To skim the glist’ning pond that is the North Sea Lanes.
“How could my contree lose this war
When victory was promist”
In front span the enemy’s shore,
Lindisfarne & the North East,
Anger’s malice swept thro his core
As man becomes the beast…
Seeking some random English street to strafe,
How sad for those who deem’d themselves so safe,
Not knowing it was enemy
Approaching them in flight,
How casually they stop to see
Til scatter’d in ful fright
By this appalling pointlessness, man sicken’d by his spite.
North Shields
May 6 th
1945
Victory in Europe
There is a scent of Lilac in the scene,
The birds are twittering, how sweet the song,
Hosts of soft buds lighten the valley green,
The bees & birds are back where they belong;
Nature disturbʹd,
The sound of a staff car,
The callous clime soon curbʹd... come men, come end the war.
Monty receives the Nordic guest,
Unphased by their arrogance
On behalf of the New World West,
Great Britain, Russia & France
Offer’d the Reich a firm request
With stoic elegance...
On tabletop the armistice appears,
Small moment to cut short the Thousand Years.
Admiral Doenitz signs his name
Upon a poignant page,
Accepts the blame, the guilt, the shame
Of his destructive age
& with a last, ʺHeil Hitler!ʺ murder exeunt from the stage.
Friesland
May 8th
1945