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A Poem for the French
Tanker
by Dagger
The Char glistened in the
sun,
fresh home from its morning run.
It ran up river just to see,
we lost the village of Anhee.
Alone I sat inside the tank,
in muffled silence spirits sank.
Germans captured my home town,
Panzers rolling all around.
Soldiers watching every street,
shooting everything they meet.
Stopping us at every turn,
as we watch our cities burn.
I would be content to see,
a decisive victory,
but under ignorant command,
an impossible demand.
And so to the North I roll,
long enraged beyond control.
I will catch them all at rest,
and stir a German hornets nest.
Seeking out my own revenge,
my sanity has come unhinged.
A single tank they won't expect,
fatal defensive defect.
And so I roll into the night,
waiting 'till the time is right,
to strike my prey down so they see,
the French can handle victory.
As I top a nearby ridge,
I see defenses at the bridge.
Sandbags are strewn all around,
contents spilling on the ground.
A hasty setup in the night,
I spot a panzer to the right.
Shadow figures slink around,
some unmoving on the ground.
Asleep or dead I cannot tell,
but laying still is just as well.
If they can't put up a fight,
my night might turn out alright.
A lone shell takes off with a flash,
and so we begin our clash.
Until they spot me I stay still,
defiant Char upon the hill,
prepared to launch another shell,
so they know they are in hell.
The panzer broke off into flight,
and vanished off into the night,
leaving men to stay their ground,
explosions bursting all around.
The fight continued until dawn,
satisfied that they were gone,
I slowly rolled across my claim,
and suddenly more fighting came.
The tank which ran had now returned,
with friends to make sure my Char burned.
They aim and hit the bridge upright,
launching me off into flight,
tumbling off into the void,
river below and tank destroyed.
Water rushes through the hatch,
after I release the catch.
Departing my coffin of steel,
My coat gets stuck upon a wheel.
I struggle to remove my gear,
quickly overcome by fear.
From death I finally break free,
to find the hatch blocked by debris.
Slowly water fills my lungs,
my will to live been overcome.
The Germans may have won the day,
but I've not yet begun to play.
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