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Vulgar · 11-05-2014, 01:55 PM

D-Day

Warships cruised on gray waters towards German-occupied turf
"Lace up your bootstraps, men, or you may be in for a world of homogenized hurt"
The nose of our ruddy machine hit sand, no reduction of speed
The line of fire awaited - we ploughed toward the smoke & dust of the beach
It was a light-show of metal, a zone of ruckus and screams
Bullets tore into forearms, the war gods indulged in wholesome, sumptuous feasts
Waist deep in the fog of it all, we were practically sunk to our knees
looking for gaps in the enemy's defenses - some bunkers to breach
Pockets full of goodbye letters, we left behind advancing tides of soldiers & tanks
Came upon an abandoned mine - almost as if we were chosen by fate
Two Nazi guards were dealt with in the most inhuman ways
Our commander & some troops went inside & re-emerged with Polish Jewish slaves
About thirty of them were enlisted in that moment, they were seeking revenge
"You are now liberated. Lace up your bootstraps! We support Poles..."
but they were all barefoot, some with sandals on.
their reconstructed heels required reinforced soles.

11-05-2014, 01:55 PM	#2
Vulgar Razor-thin derision Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,422 Battle Record: 40-25 Accomplishments - OM HOF Champed - Fight Night LIV - Gimmick Battle League (2x) - Write Week II - Art of Writing League - Storytelling And Topical Invitational Tournament - STI - Haiku Writer Challenge - GWL Picture Challenge(2x) Rep Power: 49604317	D-Day Warships cruised on gray waters towards German-occupied turf "Lace up your bootstraps, men, or you may be in for a world of homogenized hurt" The nose of our ruddy machine hit sand, no reduction of speed The line of fire awaited - we ploughed toward the smoke & dust of the beach It was a light-show of metal, a zone of ruckus and screams Bullets tore into forearms, the war gods indulged in wholesome, sumptuous feasts Waist deep in the fog of it all, we were practically sunk to our knees looking for gaps in the enemy's defenses - some bunkers to breach Pockets full of goodbye letters, we left behind advancing tides of soldiers & tanks Came upon an abandoned mine - almost as if we were chosen by fate Two Nazi guards were dealt with in the most inhuman ways Our commander & some troops went inside & re-emerged with Polish Jewish slaves About thirty of them were enlisted in that moment, they were seeking revenge "You are now liberated. Lace up your bootstraps! We support Poles..." but they were all barefoot, some with sandals on. their reconstructed heels required reinforced soles. Last edited by Vulgar; 11-05-2014 at 02:47 PM.