Battle of the Bulge
Belgium was beastly cold in December of ’44.
Deep snow covered frozen ground as
shattered forests crackled and groaned
under the weight of ice.
We barely felt our feet,
even when we tried to warm them.
Frostbite was a constant threat.
The air was still; there was no wind.
Dense clouds covered the sky
and snowfall lent a misty haze
like falling fog.
We hoped for a quick end t...
Wednesday 25th March 2020 5:05 pm
No Matter Where
No matter where your hatred stems
Or where you spread your lies,
Beneath your feet the earth condemns
These lands you terrorise.
No matter where your hideouts hide
Or where your burrows bore,
Pointless is your suicide;
Baseless is your law.
No matter where your masses chant
Or where your fighters flock,
Immaterial is your rant -
Unnoticed is your shock.
No matter where you instil...
Wednesday 23rd March 2016 9:22 am
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