April 21
1941:

Retreat across the sea: could it save a broken nation?
Before Hitler, all Hellas ebbs away
As Metaxas' chain

Dear Friend,
I write to you from Stalingrad during world war 2,
I've been hiding for days, yearning for food,
Waiting for some

D-Day raised the curtain on the conflict
That fore shadowed the end of Hitler's dream.
The largest joint combat landing ever
Though

Reward for Heroism

Like a cherry, moist and ripe
She hangs in the sea

For fingers, so busy
To pluck like the rest

On board her,

The ground shakes, I fall,
A thick spray of blood is all that remains of my friend
it is a sweet crimson colour
I'm hungry
to