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SIX AND SEVENTY KRIEGIES ©

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To the memory of 50 young men murdered by the German Gestapo in World War II

Tom Barker
Joondalup, Australia
1997

Six and seventy Kriegies, with parcels in their hands,
Made a firm decision, to depart the Fatherlands.
So, shoring up the tunnels, and conditioning them with tin,
They said "ta, ta" to room mates, and down the hole did shin.

Some had on a blanket, recut to make a suit,
Some even carried boxes which carried all their loot.
They also had a passport, false papers and the like,
One of them even got away, by pinching some bloke's bike.

He kept to all the back roads, and led the Huns a dance,
And evading his pursuers, he made it into France.
With the assistance of the Underground, and tramping through the rain,
He eluded his pursuers and finished up in Spain.

All those blokes were artists, at getting through the wire,
Or getting out tucked under carts, or hiding in the mire.
But Jerry thought he'd curb their yen, for wanting to be free,
So he put them all in one camp, and locked it up with glee.

But these blokes knew adversity, and thought it all a joke,
"We'll tunnel out of here, and make Jerry look a moke."
So urged on by their leader, who so defiantly had said,
"We'll just keep on digging tunnels, while Jerry's in his bed."

They put paid to his ideas, of ruling all the world,
As they used up his resources, while in their bunks they curled.
It can rain down from the heavens, and they didn't give a jot,
Cos Hitler and his cronies, all their bolts have shot.

Dig they did and they got rid, of all the stones and dirt,
Some had it hidden in their pants, and others in their shirt.
They wandered over the garden, and around the wire,
Spreading dirt and cobbles, though in peril dire.

They could not wait to see the end, so they did not tarry,
"You dig 'Tom', and I'll dig 'Dick', and we'll all finish up in 'Harry'."
So with a might and at night, they would remove the stove,
And down the hole just like a mole, on and on they strove.

The night was dark and cloudy, but that would only seem,
The sentries would not see them, unless the moon did gleam.
But one Australian Gunner, suddenly whispered a report,
"I hate to bladdy tell yer mate, we're thirty metres short!"

Among all this confusion, a bad mistake was made,
And added to the mayhem, was an unforseen air raid.
A lot had made it to the woods and others on returning,
Met Jerry guards with rifle butts, and eyes with hatred burning.

Some did get home to loved ones, but The Fifty did not make it,
Instead they were all shot down, and Jerry had to fake it.
He said they were escaping, when in truth already caught,
But it mattered not to Jerry, who's word was ever naught.

Footnote:

It was bandied about that Hitler, if trapped, would give the order for all P.O.W. to be shot if Germany looked like losing the war. When over seventy Air Force personnel escaped, Hitler gave the order to shoot them all once they were recaptured.

One of Hitler's Generals pleaded that it was a rash decision and could bring disaster on the German P.O.W. held by Britain. But Hitler for once, showed his true colours and told the General he couldn't care less, and the German P.O.W. should have died rather than be captured. The General continued to badger Hitler until the Fuhrer finally agreed that only Fifty would be shot.

It is a soldier's duty to escape and Hitler once was a soldier. However, the halls of power had swollen his ego and he was now a monster beyond control. The world is well rid of these ego maniacs!


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