Axis & Allies - damowords

Glorious Winter
How many miles had Stefan Stiltski marchʹd,
Step‐after‐step, harsh‐blisterʹd, ankle sore,
Flea‐bitten, sunbaked, freezing, floggʹd & parchʹd
Then rose the random slaughter of real war;
Ageing musket
Frozen with ice & snow,
Fixing his bayonet, his unit next to go.
He left the crucial Pratzen heights
With many lads befriended,
The French looked weaker on their right
But this was full intended
As to the hill the Gallic might
Claims them undefended
Splitting the Russian forces asunder
With cannon spitting murderous thunder.
Rounds sharply pound thro Ivanʹs ranks
Gouging a trench of pain
France crowds the flanks, old comrade yanks
His arm in calm disdain,
ʺThe battles lost, come brother let us fly back to Ukraine!ʺ
Austerlitz
December 12 th
1805
Jena
Formidabʹly defying sixty years
Blucher led his brave soldiers from the front
All thro the night his enemy appears,
Thinking Napoleon a little runt
He blows the horn,
The order to advance,
Grey ghosts of Fredʹrick borne into the flanks of France.
History deems this not his day,
The foemanʹs star still rising,
His Prussians pushʹd out from the fray
With deadly art devising,
His boys face battle in dismay
Death unappetising,
Disorderly the panc‐stricken grows,
Leaving twenty‐five thousand for the crows.
& now Blucher must watch aghast
As captains of the state
Sycophantasticʹly outcast,
Meekly capitulate,
Such hatred sticking in his craw as grows with Karmic fate.
Berlin
1806