German Christmas Carol..Eastern Front (think JingleBells)
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German Christmas Carol..Eastern Front (think JingleBells)
Russia’s hell, mortar shells, *
Katyushas headed my way,
Oh, what fun it is to hide
In a one man hole and pray. Hey!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells,
Katyushas on the way,
If only I could save my hide
In a one man hole today.
Dashing through the snow *
In a lousy Opel truck ,
O'er the fields we go,
I guess we’re out of luck.
Tracks on tanks we hear,
Exhausts are glowing bright.
We’re gonna run all the way to the Don
Ivan’s kicking our *ss tonight.
Dodging tracer rounds, ***
On the Eastern Front today.
Over the Steppes we go,
Freezing all the way.
Communist snipers plink,
giving me such a fright.
Looking out through the snow,
Wishing my camo was white.
Russia’s hell, mortar shells, *
My ammo’s getting low ,
The end I fear, is very near,
To the Gulag I must go. Hey!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells,
Katyushas on my head.
For listening to a corporal
I guess I’ll wind up dead.
They said to guard the flank, **
keep the KV's at bay
in my dinky semi-tank
and 'Saturn' starts today.
Wow! that shot was close,
their arty starts to drop,
its times like this I really
wish my Marder had a top.
Our Panzers will not start, *
My engine oil just froze.
Adolph, it's so cold out here
Mein Gott, I've lost my toes.
You said it could be done,
To the Kremlin in just weeks.
Mein Fuhrer, I think you're full of shirt,
and now I've froze my feet. Oh!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells, *
Katyushas overhead,
Nebelwerfers howl right back
Both me and Ivan bled. Hey!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells,
Stalin's Organs are so loud,
A soldier in the Wehrmacht
I used to be so proud.
Breaking thru their lines, **
we've overrun Vyazma, (1)
someone tell supply,
to send bullets and plasma. (1)
My AC's out in front,
but bogged down in a fen,
Why didn't Matrix give my
MG34 some 'PEN'?
To the Western Front I've gone, *
for a little R & R.
The Tommies they came over at night
and bombed my favorite bar.
So back out East I go,
to the Russian Front once more,
At least this time, I've got a toy
My MP44. Ho!
* Jim1954
** Tracer
*** Goblin
(1) Triple Word Score
I know , weird sense of humor.
Katyushas headed my way,
Oh, what fun it is to hide
In a one man hole and pray. Hey!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells,
Katyushas on the way,
If only I could save my hide
In a one man hole today.
Dashing through the snow *
In a lousy Opel truck ,
O'er the fields we go,
I guess we’re out of luck.
Tracks on tanks we hear,
Exhausts are glowing bright.
We’re gonna run all the way to the Don
Ivan’s kicking our *ss tonight.
Dodging tracer rounds, ***
On the Eastern Front today.
Over the Steppes we go,
Freezing all the way.
Communist snipers plink,
giving me such a fright.
Looking out through the snow,
Wishing my camo was white.
Russia’s hell, mortar shells, *
My ammo’s getting low ,
The end I fear, is very near,
To the Gulag I must go. Hey!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells,
Katyushas on my head.
For listening to a corporal
I guess I’ll wind up dead.
They said to guard the flank, **
keep the KV's at bay
in my dinky semi-tank
and 'Saturn' starts today.
Wow! that shot was close,
their arty starts to drop,
its times like this I really
wish my Marder had a top.
Our Panzers will not start, *
My engine oil just froze.
Adolph, it's so cold out here
Mein Gott, I've lost my toes.
You said it could be done,
To the Kremlin in just weeks.
Mein Fuhrer, I think you're full of shirt,
and now I've froze my feet. Oh!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells, *
Katyushas overhead,
Nebelwerfers howl right back
Both me and Ivan bled. Hey!
Russia’s hell, mortar shells,
Stalin's Organs are so loud,
A soldier in the Wehrmacht
I used to be so proud.
Breaking thru their lines, **
we've overrun Vyazma, (1)
someone tell supply,
to send bullets and plasma. (1)
My AC's out in front,
but bogged down in a fen,
Why didn't Matrix give my
MG34 some 'PEN'?
To the Western Front I've gone, *
for a little R & R.
The Tommies they came over at night
and bombed my favorite bar.
So back out East I go,
to the Russian Front once more,
At least this time, I've got a toy
My MP44. Ho!
* Jim1954
** Tracer
*** Goblin
(1) Triple Word Score
I know , weird sense of humor.

Jim1954
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Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
M4s on the hunt..chasing Katz away..
over the hill they run..breakdowns all the way..
Wild Bill has some mines..his raiders rule the day..
while Redleg and his team new battles every day!
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
A Tiger is a wuss..a M8s not a tank..
where the hell is my.. badass Easy8...
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
its 1936 Orzel has the French..he is fighting hard but to no avail
his frogs are sissy girls..his tanks are running junk..
he needs to be like Bel quacking like a duck?
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
DonDoom has a flame..attacking factories...
trying to clear out my Stalingrad streets..
he steps on my mine..blowing off his feet...
Colonel Jessovinski rushes up..puts him out of misery
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
now where the hell is Bel..is that him I see..
running back to mom across the Russian Steppe?
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
M4s on the hunt..chasing Katz away..
over the hill they run..breakdowns all the way..
Wild Bill has some mines..his raiders rule the day..
while Redleg and his team new battles every day!
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
A Tiger is a wuss..a M8s not a tank..
where the hell is my.. badass Easy8...
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
its 1936 Orzel has the French..he is fighting hard but to no avail
his frogs are sissy girls..his tanks are running junk..
he needs to be like Bel quacking like a duck?
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
DonDoom has a flame..attacking factories...
trying to clear out my Stalingrad streets..
he steps on my mine..blowing off his feet...
Colonel Jessovinski rushes up..puts him out of misery
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..
now where the hell is Bel..is that him I see..
running back to mom across the Russian Steppe?
Ohhh..DonDoom smells..Orzels hell..Bel has run away..
Goblin has a brand new tank shooting eighty eights..

Im making war, not trouble~
