jobee Posted October 23, 2008 Share Posted October 23, 2008 Cpl-Hitler When the First World War broke out Hitler said. "Overpowered by stormy enthusiasm I fell down on my knees and thanked heaven for granting me the good fortune of being permitted to live at this time". Cpl. Adolph 'Adi' Hitler. 1889 -1945. Hitler was rescued from his drifting life, By rumblings of war and oncoming strife, Germany not Austria his leanings were bent, His spirits lifted by this awesome event. The assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, By a man named Princip from Serbian land, Austro-Hungary attacked the Serbs. Then Russia and France called on reserves. Belgian nuetrality the Germans ignored, The British lion awakened then roared, Hitler signing for Bavarian command, Overcome with enthusiasm for his adopted land. For Hitler the army a base and a home, Stopping his restless urge to roam, With the 'List' regiment he first saw war, At Ypres in Belgium he started his tour. Decorated early, in this vicious war, The Iron Cross 2nd class he very soon wore. Competent, courageous, alert and keen, A credit to any fighting machine. Between actions quietly reserved, Drawing and philosophy studiously observed, No presents or cards at Christmas time, His pet dog 'Foxl' suited him fine. Surviving Ypres and making his name, The battle at Somme his next little game, A wound in the leg caused him to fall, Convalescing, his nature, not suited at all. Back in action for the last great push, Heading for Paris in a desperate rush, Nearly, the name of this little game, A desperate attempt before Americans came. A First Class Iron Cross Hitlers reward, A Jewish officer gave the award, At the second Ypres in a gas attack, Partly blinded: he would be back. Jobee a coy 3 para The Iron Cross 'First Class' normally only given to Commissioned officers. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
coyleys Posted October 23, 2008 Share Posted October 23, 2008 Great stuff, Jobee. Can’t wait for the sequel, but I have a feeling I know how it's going to end. Quite a talent you have there mate, and bye the way welcome to the group. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted October 23, 2008 Author Share Posted October 23, 2008 Great stuff, Jobee. Can’t wait for the sequel, but I have a feeling I know how it's going to end. Quite a talent you have there mate, and bye the way welcome to the group. Thank you coyleys, and how will it end? put it to verse.Regards John. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
coyleys Posted October 23, 2008 Share Posted October 23, 2008 “A ha! The fiendish Knight has set a quest for this common surf” Unlike a commentator on one of your previous verses I am not afraid to have a go, but bear in mind I don’t have your gift and have to work at it, so give me some time. In the interim here’s one I wrote last year in memory of my uncle John, and because of some useful comments from Mantas I have edited it… Broken Dreams His father a miner as his father before The thought of the pit, his mind did deplore A new path he chose, though a path so short Leaving youth behind, no more to cavort With Innocence of youth, and ignorance of grief For king and country, was his one true belief Seduced by glory and childhood dreams To do his duty, against all extremes The phoney war over, the battle began He took up arms, against Hitler’s master plan The glory of battle and no thought for regards His only dream. The Inniskilling dragoon guards To stem usurpation, of England and ally Fascist rule, he fought to deny In the fields of France, by his comrades he stood Gerry fired first shot, and shed first blood Dunkirk to his back and the enemy he faced He stood his ground and gave no grace Demise of his comrades, the blood and the gore This broken dream, was the reality of war Though mortally wounded, his head held high For truth and liberty, he was proud to die The lament in his heart, was his only pain His parents and siblings, he will never see again He prepared for his maker, with no fear of death With thoughts of old England, he drew his last breath With no wife to grieve and no sweetheart to mourn He was laid for perpetuity, one misty spring morn. © 2007 Coyley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted October 24, 2008 Author Share Posted October 24, 2008 Very good coyleys,Ive cut and saved to peruse again later. I thought the second world war had to be faught. Hitler was a born warrior and had no regard at all for human life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jobee Posted October 27, 2008 Author Share Posted October 27, 2008 “A ha! The fiendish Knight has set a quest for this common surf” Unlike a commentator on one of your previous verses I am not afraid to have a go, but bear in mind I don’t have your gift and have to work at it, so give me some time. In the interim here’s one I wrote last year in memory of my uncle John, and because of some useful comments from Mantas I have edited it… Broken Dreams His father a miner as his father before The thought of the pit, his mind did deplore A new path he chose, though a path so short Leaving youth behind, no more to cavort With Innocence of youth, and ignorance of grief For king and country, was his one true belief Seduced by glory and childhood dreams To do his duty, against all extremes The phoney war over, the battle began He took up arms, against Hitler’s master plan The glory of battle and no thought for regards His only dream. The Inniskilling dragoon guards To stem usurpation, of England and ally Fascist rule, he fought to deny In the fields of France, by his comrades he stood Gerry fired first shot, and shed first blood Dunkirk to his back and the enemy he faced He stood his ground and gave no grace Demise of his comrades, the blood and the gore This broken dream, was the reality of war Though mortally wounded, his head held high For truth and liberty, he was proud to die The lament in his heart, was his only pain His parents and siblings, he will never see again He prepared for his maker, with no fear of death With thoughts of old England, he drew his last breath With no wife to grieve and no sweetheart to mourn He was laid for perpetuity, one misty spring morn. © 2007 Coyley Broken Dreams-jobee His father a miner as father before, The dreaded pit his mind did deplore, A path he chose, a path so short, The blush of youth, no more to cavort. With loss of youth and ignorance of grief, The King and country his true belief, Seduced by glory and childhood dreams, Twas duty first against all extremes. The bluff was over, the battle began He took up arms against Hitler’s plan, The glory of battle, no thought for regards His only dream. The Inniskilling Guards To stem revolt of England and ally Fascist rule he fought to deny In the fields of France, by comrades he stood Gerry fired first shot, shed first blood Dunkirk to his back and the enemy he faced He stood his ground and gave no grace Demise of his comrades the blood and the gore This broken dream the reality of war Though mortally wounded his head held high For truth and liberty, he would die, Lament in his heart, his only pain His parents and siblings he won't see again Prepared for his maker, no fear of death With thoughts of England, he drew his last breath With no wife to grieve, no sweetheart to mourn He was laid for ever, one spring morn. © 2007 Coyley http://i401.photobucket.com/albums/p.../unclejohn.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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