Blue Devils; Dogfaces in the Sand
©2012, Olan L Smith
Blue and White Devils on the march from Fedala,
Casablanca through Sicily; they are
Dogfaces in the sand, echoes of the dead
Depart silent hearts, for survivors ague entwines their gut;
Cassino rises, Anzio a setting sun for some.
Rome dawns, if they dare battle, for many it is their last breath.
But first they must assuage Cisterna, Cori and Valmontone they surmount all;
Rome will welcome them as liberators; it is occasion for respite but
Vesuvius belches molten rock from the depth of Hell, a caveat, demise foreseen?
Rest you weary bones soldiers of opportunity. Shortly, determined soldiers charge
The shores of Southern France; Operation Dragoon is underway.
Marseille awaits liberty as does Cogolin; Brignoles, Aix en Provence,
Montelimar, Besancon, Vesoul, Brouvellieres, Mutzig, Strasbourg;
The dread Colmar Pocket bulges ― Hitler’s hunger for Strasbourg mounts,
As the North Wind blows among Blue Devils numbers Audie Murphy, but Hades
Will not trump valor! The Battle of the Bulge
To their north; now a pocket in a southern flank — they fight
Standing stand knee deep in winter’s Wrath — virgin snow runs red.
They are the Third Infantry Division of the U.S. Seventh Army — Rock of the Marne
Clutching land amid immense resistance; Hitler’s forces defeated
Is Colmar’s deliverance. Awaiting is the Siegfried Line; Worms, Kaiserlautern,
Bamberg, Nuremberg, Munich, Berchtesgaden, and lastly Salzburg,
Their last station; the long two year march is ended;
Standing down they linger ― Japan must surrender;
Beyond lies a warrior’s reception — gates to the Elysian Fields flung open.