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All the following is from the book, "The Joy of Poetry and Short Stories". (See Books For Sale)
I was in the German Army in my past life at the Battle of Verdun in 1916
French Woman Of My Dream
When I was dreaming these dreams, I had never been to France, yet I knew so much about the town of Verdun. When I started dreaming about the farmhouse and the woman in it, I knew very little about women or about what love means. This dream was haunting to my young mind, because I loved that French woman. The more I tried to forget the dream, the more it kept coming back to me.
The Pride of a German Soldier
I have seen some of us Fall in the Munich Revolt. I have seen us march into Austria and Czechoslovakia without firing a shot. I have seen Poland fall As Russia joined with us. We triumph over France And march into Paris To settle old scores for those who died at the Battle of Verdun. I have seen the fall of Tobruk as we felt in the desert sands with Rommel at our side. I have seen our power over all of Europe as she fell to us. I have felt the cold as we fell at Stalingrad. I have seen waves of men as they landed in blood on the beaches of Normandy. I have seen our cities crumble as bombs fell from the skies. I have seen the last breath as our leader took his life.
The Fall Of Germany
I have seen the end and all our hopes fall. Why was it so wrong? When we believed that it was right. What have we done? Our leader said, We were the Master Race, but it was all a lie. We saw it was all in vain. What shall I see next? The depths of hell? But all I have seen is nothing without the pride I have seen as a German soldier. Now I am old and dying In this Argentina land. I have seen many lands, but Oh how I wish I could have seen my Germany again. I shall stand on the Tribunal on high As a German soldier, and the gods will say, You are now The Masters of Hell.
The New Order
Oh how great Germany was! The Masters of the World, Our Leader we followed blindly down the path of war. To war! To war! He cried so loud. We marched into all of Europe. No army could stop Germany so strong. But alas! Germany is burning. It was you, Leader, that lost, For we followed you blindly down the path to hell. Divided we are, though we know united we would still Be the Masters of the World. Little the Slavs know that they own Germany For what they are.