Head first into history
 Like a 9mm at close range. 
 I storm the beach
 Disturbing their wind
 Crashing, smashing, thrashing
 Waves of revolution. 
 
 Head first into history
 Like a battering ram. 
 I flood the castle
 Disrupting their ambiance
 Bashing, gnashing, lashing
 Walls of destruction. 
 
 Head first into history
 Like a catapult. 
 I topple the tower
 Destroying their peace
 Trashing, slashing, clashing
 With the champions.
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	Noah (
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I am passionate about everything WWII. This had me with the soldiers storming Normandy and the beaches in the Pacific. It had my imagination going full tilt. It must be what soldiers have to put in their heads before a battle to do the things they have to do......
Well written and expressed
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