Rendezvous with Destiny

There is distant rumble in the starry night:

Flakes burst at the prey of searchlight.

Troopers spring away from the Skytrain's metal,

And open their chutes: snow-white petals.

Hundreds of cherry blossoms

Fill the blueish sky,

Poltergeists and phantoms

They land without a sound.

"Lightning!" "Thunder!":

Popping out like sprouts

They regroup in order,

And hunt forsaken Krauts.

The Screaming Eagles' renown will not be foregone,

What was gained on D-Day, will grow in Bastogne,

By the third evening of holy Christmas,

The town will be in the hands of lieutenant Winters.

Szilágyi Ákos   X. H