BATTLE POET

BRUTAL barb
                     that
                             troop loot terror-tactic
LIBERATE
               dissident
                               stand facing the GUN
Aggressive arrogant BARK
                                             awesome young soldier
                                                                                     for four whole days
WOULD-WOULD
                         would home destroyed
                                                                IT like Nazi TERROR-TACTIC
DICTATE torture
                           TERROR-MASTER
                                                        forfeit all right	
MAN said
                  LIBERATE
At last
           that fight –
                              fight not that despite
Odds against
                      sudden look – will look
                                                             still back
TROOP-FORCE
                       invaders back
                                               back FOR EVER
LAST NIGHT
                   troop pushed back
                                                   fortified guard SMASHED
LAST NIGHT
LAST NIGHT command
                                     PARA – troop action
                                                                       full front fight forward
PARA – strict
                       thought thrust FORCE
                                                            troop CLASH
FORCE haste aban –
                                 drop back down
                                                             a final FORCE
BLOOD clash fifty – dead
                                          troop  hoist white flag
                                                                                fire
One said
               this means we treat
                                                  all FUTURE surrender
With ignorant disgust
                                    sick  bastard enemy
                                                                      MURDER our men
SLAY them – without thought
                                                 useless  young dead    
                                                                                    we must REVENGE
LAST NIGHT
                   sent  back message
                                                     of troop boil in angry mood
ONE SAID
                 our men fight but
                                               we are fighting DIRT
A pretty nasty GANG
                                 + WE shall punish
WE HAVE COME
                            THIS FAR FIGHTING
WE HAVE COME
                            THIS FAR CURSING
WE HAVE COME
                            THIS FAR DYING AND
NOW WE SHALL HAVE
                                       VICTORY
MASSIVE push PARA attack
PARA wading
                       waist  deep through
                                                         freezing river bog
Meet strict schedule
                                   travel  light
                                                      leave bag
Take light arms
                          anti-aircraft weapon
                                                            hand held armour piercing
MISSILE
Lightening advance
                                sucking napalm scorch
                                                                        suck FIRE – FIGHT enemy
LAST NIGHT
                    pace fast and biting cold wind wrap
                                                                                across deep peat bog
Light vehicle
                      and Scorpion
                                             TANK
UNIT command
                          main thrust forward
                                                            on foot
BACK up and
                      heavy  artillery piece
the FORCE LAST NIGHT
                                     gun on heavy hill around
                                                                                THE CAPITAL
Trapped for slaughter
                                    in a classic pincer move
                                                                             A FINAL FULL ATTACK
Assault with FIRE
                             young hero advance
                                                                sent out ahead
Across the angry hill
                                   to maim and kill
                                                              enemy position
and CRYing voice of youth goes handsome
                                                   TWENTY-TWO years OLD
                                                                                            BATTLE POET