Gifford Wherry, Attack</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=14.htm>Gifford Wherry</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Attack</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>The lights went out in the Captain's tent,<br>and night sounds filled the air.<br>The sentry moved around his `post,<br>though his thoughts were `off elsewhere.<br>Out to the side in a wooded patch,<br>the enemy studied the scene.<br>They watched the guard making his `rounds,<br>the time was twelve-fifteen.<br>Slowly now, with the stealth of a cat,<br>they easily silenced the guard.<br>They left him there, a knife in his back,<br>like a `trinket in discard.<br>Onward then to the ammo tent,<br>and the stores of clothing and food.<br>To fill their sacks with needed supplies,<br>all manner of things `to include.<br>There were cartridges and rifles<br>and shirts, and pants, and shoes.<br>Pork and beans, and sardines,<br>and several bottles of `booze.<br>The lookout signals that danger is near,<br>for someone is stirring about.<br>Silently then go back to the `line,<br>and wait for the word from the scout.<br>The word comes back, they're changing the guard,<br>and soon will give the alarm.<br>So get out of there, don't waste any time,<br>for caution can cause you no harm.<br>A few minutes passed, then a shout `went up,<br>and the camp awoke with a roar.<br>They saddled their mounts and started out,<br>it looked like the whole damn corps.<br>Fan out men, the Captain cried,<br>and search every inch of the road.<br>They can't get far this time of night,<br>and besides, they're carrying a `load.<br>The enemy heard `most every word,<br>and took to the woods in flight.<br>That was their way, to strike and run,<br>never to stand and fight.<br>Then up ahead, somebody said,<br>I hear the river nearby.<br>We must get over as soon as we can,<br>for failing in this, we die.<br>The water was deep, the current was swift,<br>and most of the men couldn't swim.<br>They floated on by, with `death in their cry,<br>going this way sure was grim.<br>The troopers arrived and stopped at the shore,<br>they heard the cries of the doomed.<br>Yet, all they could do what stand there and watch,<br>the poor devils being `entombed.<br>Not one man survived that deathly swim,<br>the river had taken its toll.<br>It claimed all the loot the enemy got,<br>as well as their body and soul.<br>Quietly then the troopers turned `round,<br>and headed off into the night.<br>Though in vengeance they rode to even a score,<br>it was fate that ended the flight.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>