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My favorite war poem was written by Col. Erickson, who served as a bomber pilot and commander in the Aleutian Islands:

On viewing Attu's rocky shores

While planning how to take it

This thought strikes me more and more-

The Japanese should first forsake it.

Since Attu ain't worth a hoot

For raising crops and cattle

Lets load with booze and take a cruise

And just call off the battle.

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Well my skiff's a twenty dollar boat, And I hope to God she stays afloat.

But if somehow my skiff goes down, I'll freeze to death before I drown.

And pray my body will be found, Alaska salmon fishing, boys, Alaska salmon fishing.

-Commercial fishing in Kodiak, Alaska

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Rumbling sound from ridge

Enemy Tiger in sight!

Use Tungsten? NEVER!

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“Thus, the M4A3E8(76)W designation meant a tank with an official Mortality of 4 minutes, Actually 3 minutes, cost Extra, and had a 76% chance of going WHOOSH." - Bullethead

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So very tired

I can not wait to get home

To play some CM!

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Never mistake motion for action - Ernest Hemingway

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Where lies the Green man?

Either of two places hid,

Veteran or earthen

Somewhere victory calls

Icy death awaits my turn

never to be heard

Stealth, quiet, panic

Like winter's smothering blanket

win turns to defeat

Battle's hellish din

agony thunders the plane

twisted forms of pain

Smoke curls from the beast

sun rising out of the east

battle's end, grim grin.

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Friday the Thirteenth

Full moon hangs low in the sky

Warm in my bed, safe

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Never mistake motion for action - Ernest Hemingway

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Lonely PIAT met

angry Fallschirmjäger team

may they rest in peace

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Spending extravagant amounts of money for marginal improvements is only acceptable in the fields of racehorses and fancy women.

-Lord Kelvin

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Guest Germanboy

For the benefit of newer members, and to mourn the passing of an old thread:

The Peng thread that was

now a mere shell of its self

brings tears to my eyes

PBEM has me gripped

tearing my hair at the roots

a bald future looms

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Andreas

<a href="http://www.geocities.com/greg_mudry/sturm.html">Der Kessel</a >

Home of „Die Sturmgruppe“; Scenario Design Group for Combat Mission.

[This message has been edited by Germanboy (edited 11-17-2000).]

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Maple Leaf Up!

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Daveman:

Rumbling sound from ridge

Enemy Tiger in sight!

Use Tungsten? NEVER!

<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Daveman... Work of art, man. Pulitzer material... biggrin.gif

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I remember it perfectly: The Germans wore grey; you wore blue...

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What rough beast slouches

Toward Bethlehem waiting to be

Born? Oh, it's just Peng.

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I think that I shall never see

A poem as lovely as a Panther G.

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Ethan

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The calm of the woods

Hides a dark bloody secret

Wildman lies here, dead

Bridge over river

Lies in sight of many guns

Croda dares not pass

Dense bocage country

His nightmare situation

Dreams come true for Meeks

All these are vermin

That fertilize countryside

Prey, when will they learn?

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Through long cold Winter

I, fruitless, try to engage

Evil Peng Threaders

I taunt them. Reply?

No, contented, they ignore

Is it they tremble?

Yes, as cold jelly

Their Winter is fulfilling

As mine grows darker

When will my Spring come?

When will the Threaders reply?

I wait, perched, for relief

Here is my war cry

For all those lowly Threaders

That hear me taunt here

Put on your war smock

Make your plans with vengeance

Let battle commence!

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