"... the lucky ones!"

Paul Peter in revolation
and friend! Paul's sermon ... swayed!

"You do not take
what does not belong to you,
from a land you know not of,
like Stalin and Adolph.'"

If wisdom were gray hairs
Paul would be the wisest.
Old world wine and charm
swirling tongue and tale

"Proudly they marched through my village
rows and rows, side by side,
arm out, hand held high,
trucks and tanks of [i]German[/i] pride.
Storming across the land of [i]Hungary[/i]
rushing [i]Russia[/i] for the taking,
meeting no resistance,
What was with Stalin?
I do not know,
but his name seem to fit,"
chuckled, the elderly sit.

Just a boy, not quite a teen
Paul reveled in this scene,
an army upon army of never before seen.
coming to claim ... everything.

'Stalin's troops opened wide
inviting the [i]Germans[/i] deep inside
then closed around them like a big bear hug,
supply line severed ...
the [i]Germans[/i]perished
in frozen tundra,
One by one, two by two
maybe even a small banded group
they walked with limps from frozen toe drags
hobbling back to [i]Germany, [/i]in rags.
Starving, frozen, wounded or carried
arms and hands down by road side buried,
wild eye'd looks from fear in men,
who have seen deaths gripping hand.'

"Hitler's invasion failed ...
put a hot cup of coffee in the freezer,
see what happens...
a snow ball's chance in hell?
Well, 'tis more like a fire ball ...
shot into[i] Siberia's [/i]frozen wasteland,
only a few sparks of life made it.
They were like the dog, you know ... they have tail between legs ...
going home."

"I've seen man ... at his lowest low!"
Paul savored a mental moment
then nursed a sip of wine.
"And they were ... the lucky ones!"