Fighting The Germans in '44 - By Mark Manning

Churchill called ITALY the 'Soft Underbelly'' it turned out to be -Tough Old Gut ! -

FIGHTING THE GERMANS IN '44

Fighting the germans in '44
Quickened march as we neared the wolfs door,
Up the spine of Italy beautiful countryside day ,in fields all around my comrades lay,
some were dead some living ,camouflaged and helmeted far from forgiving.
Retreated the serpent and his fanatics in panic at speed,
blinded by hatred blinded by creed. We were young men and duty our chore
we were fighting the germans in '44 .

On a hillside monastery me and the boys
put down our weapons like unwanted toys.
Tuscan night sky stars out and twinkling ,finally got me some time for thinking.
An old padre smiled at me,
''son you look restless ?''
''Father forgive me but theres a girl stateside love her can't have her ,just sitting here dreaming into space those darling cougar eyes that beautiful face,so what ya think father is feeling this way wrong?''
........... when I turned around ol padre was gone.

Back to reality back to the war
we were fighting those b******s in '44.
Hit the beaches on D-Day bloodied terrified,
machine gunned and shell shocked we barely survived.
From every ditch and cranny they ambushed and sniped ,
landmined and flamed throwed
with all zealot might .But try as they did the yanks ,brits and cannucks kept on comin'soon those swastika dogs found themselves runnin'
Always moved faster and never slower ,
we were fighting those germans in '44.

Came to a place stopped our jeeps and tanks,
it was eerily silent ,no bells rang or birds sang,we looked at each other me and the guys,
no voice came from throat but stinging tears from glazed eyes.
Pyjamed heaped bodies lay all round there,those still standing had just vacant stare.

Jesus that stare.........

Shaved heads tattoed numbers on spindly limbs,
too late for praying no place for hymns.
Dictum of evil of hatred neither gentle or mild.
Here's where we end up this is the place when one preaches venom they called 'Master Race'

And so cocky young man with your gangsta rap attitude ,
your  pathetic drivebydruggyfueled turf war feud.
Your bling bling bitchslappin' stupid finger signs ,
You think your so hard ,yeah you are in your diapers ,
stick to what comes naturally,,, soggy windshield wipers.

I've long since put down my gun moved on with my life,
got me lots of grandkids but lost my dear wife.
At night I toss and turn wipe my bleary eyelids
-Wake up America they're killing your kids !.

And here is my message ,Love conquers All,
wondrous things happen when love comes to call.
To all of you who seek the easy way ,
and don't appreciate freedom, view life as a chore ,
Try fighting the germans in '44 !

Mark Manning
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Dedicated to the brave veterans of World War II ,men and women who fought and gave their lives to rid the world of it's most heinous evil.

Do not rejoice in his defeat, you men. For though the world has stood up and stopped the b*****d, the b***h that bore him is in heat again. --Bertold Brecht