Colonel-General Joseph 'Sepp' Dietrich SS

jobee

Sepp Dietrich spent part of his youth as a butchers apprentice, then rose through the ranks of the German army to command the sixth SS Panzer Army.

Colonel-General Joseph ‘Sepp’ Dietrich SS
1893-1966

Ever met that kind of guy.
That sits and stares you in the eye,
You know he’s squaring for a fight,
Just hoping for a scrap tonight.

Pugnacious looking, cocky too,
Violence comes oozing through,
Never seen him in your life,
Clocking you then your wife.

‘Sepp‘ Dietrich fits that bill,
Punching people for a thrill,
Swaggering braggart, bully too,
Glowering over yours and you.

You would have thought this man,
Would have been an also ran.
No education to speak of,
Seemingly all push, shove.

Then soldiering caught Seppy’s eye,
He waved the butchers shop good bye,
In 1911 he starts his climb,
Through the ranks in double time.

The Great War came, went,
A rising star in this event,
A Sgt. Majors badge he wore,
Well decorated for this tour.

The war lost on Berlins say,
The Freikorps his next foray,
Fighting Commies on the street,
The Reds soon beat a quick retreat.

Dietrich soon caught Hitler’s ear.
Hitler quick to commandeer.
They formed the SS Leibstandarte,
Head bouncer then was Seppy’s part.

33’ became Dietrich’s year,
A star in Major Generals gear,
In charge of Hitler’s murder squad,
And boy! did he ride roughshod?

Killing all no questions asked,
For Dietrich just a menial task,
But soon again the winds of war,
Had General Dietrich back on tour,

No disgrace at high command,
With some success on Russian land,
Then he moved to western shores,
But allied pilots closed the doors.

Through a long military career,
Geneva’s rules did not appear,
To concern Dietrich in any way,
Only Dietrich would hold sway.

At Nurembourg we would hear
The cruelties of this career,
Unarmed prisoners made to stand,
The last word heard, the fire! command.

Jb.Acoy 3 para.©©

Yesterday, 20:43

Morlar

Would it make more sense to have a single thread to post all these ww2/military related poems into ?

Btw I think this Sepp D one is the best so far though personally I am not sure of the value of having them spread all over the forum.

http://boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2056013472
http://boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2056012851

BlaasForRafa

Morlar wrote: »

Would it make more sense to have a single thread to post all these ww2/military related poems into ?

Btw I think this Sepp D one is the best so far though personally I am not sure of the value of having them spread all over the forum.

http://boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2056013472
http://boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2056012851

These threads are clogging up the forum unnecessarily. Perhaps there is a poetry forum that they can be sent to.

ejmaztec

I don't know why, but I keep thinking of McGonagall.

jobee

ejmaztec wrote: »

I don't know why, but I keep thinking of McGonagall.

There is some strange thinking on here. Grimes is now saying Hitler had nothing to do with world war two.

Would the head of the forum get a grip of things.

jobee

Morlar wrote: »

Would it make more sense to have a single thread to post all these ww2/military related poems into ?

Btw I think this Sepp D one is the best so far though personally I am not sure of the value of having them spread all over the forum.

http://boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2056013472
http://boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2056012851

I'll stop posting if you like,would the head just say the word.

jobee

ejmaztec wrote: »

I don't know why, but I keep thinking of McGonagall.

What can anybody do about your thoughts?
Did you fancy McGonagall then?

tac foley

ejmaztec wrote: »

I don't know why, but I keep thinking of McGonagall.

: = )



'On yonder hill there stood a coo.
If she's nae gon, she's there the noo.'

tac

Fuinseog

tac foley wrote: »

: = )



'On yonder hill there stood a coo.
If she's nae gon, she's there the noo.'

tac

what is all this nonsense?

usually his section is reserved for serious posts. maybe it is time to close this one down?

tac foley

Fuinseog wrote: »

what is all this nonsense?

usually his section is reserved for serious posts. maybe it is time to close this one down?

Dear Mr Fuinseog - the 'nonsense', as you call it, is an example of the poetry of Scotland's self-proclaimed bard, William Topaz McGonagall, poet and tragedian of Dundee, who has been widely hailed as the writer of the worst poetry in the English language.

My post followed on from that of Mr Topee - who is obviously better-read than you are.

tac

Fuinseog

it appears to have little relevance to WW2. it was foolish of me to recommend to the OP that he post here instead of the creative writing forum.

Morlar

jobee wrote: »

I'll stop posting if you like,would the head just say the word.

I didn't ask you to stop posting. Nor am I 'the head'. I respectfully asked you to put your various assorted poetry threads into one, this way all of the people who just love to read them and can't get enough of them can find them all together. Those who do not love to read them can easily avoid them. That would be my vote on this issue, either that or the creative writing forum imo.

ejmaztec

I think that poetry knocked together during WW2 is of more relevance, like the stuff on the following US link, some of which could never be attributed to an author.

http://www.merkki.com/poetry.htm

A couple of examples:


You can always tell a Gunner by his greasy hands and vacant stare - and
You can always tell a Bombardier by his manners debonair - and
You can always tell a Navigator by his pencils books and such - and
You can always tell a Pilot - but you can never tell him much.

George Lesko


Fortress Blues

Why did I join the Air Corps?
Mother, dear Mother, knew best.
Here I lie 'neath the wreckage,
A Fortress all over my chest.

If you ever lose an engine,
And you don't know which way to turn,
Just reach right up on the dashboard,
Push the button marked spin, crash and burn!
The Fort is a very fine airplane
Constructed of rivets and tin,
With a top speed of over 100,
The ship with a headwind built in.
If you ever run into ack-ack,
Or a Messerschmidt makes a good pass,
Just pick up your chute and start walking;
To hell with the crew, let 'em crash. Why did I join the Air Corps?
Mother, dear Mother, knew best.
Here I lie 'neath the wreckage,
A Fortress all over my chest.

Unknown.

jobee

ejmaztec wrote: »

I think that poetry knocked together during WW2 is of more relevance, like the stuff on the following US link, some of which could never be attributed to an author.

http://www.merkki.com/poetry.htm

A couple of examples:


You can always tell a Gunner by his greasy hands and vacant stare - and
You can always tell a Bombardier by his manners debonair - and
You can always tell a Navigator by his pencils books and such - and
You can always tell a Pilot - but you can never tell him much.

George Lesko


Fortress Blues

Why did I join the Air Corps?
Mother, dear Mother, knew best.
Here I lie 'neath the wreckage,
A Fortress all over my chest.

If you ever lose an engine,
And you don't know which way to turn,
Just reach right up on the dashboard,
Push the button marked spin, crash and burn!
The Fort is a very fine airplane
Constructed of rivets and tin,
With a top speed of over 100,
The ship with a headwind built in.
If you ever run into ack-ack,
Or a Messerschmidt makes a good pass,
Just pick up your chute and start walking;
To hell with the crew, let 'em crash. Why did I join the Air Corps?
Mother, dear Mother, knew best.
Here I lie 'neath the wreckage,
A Fortress all over my chest.

Unknown.

What kind of contribution is this, we can all cut and paste other peoples work.
Try writing your own.

ejmaztec

jobee wrote: »

What kind of contribution is this, we can all cut and paste other peoples work.
Try writing your own.

It was copied and pasted, or it would have disappeared from the website. I wasn't around for WW2, but I'll try and be quick enough to get a few lines in for WW3.

There was a man called Joe,
Whose poetic words did flow,
and nasty bastard Ejmaztec,
devoid of any decorum.
advised him that it wouldn’t be right,
to post em in this forum.

jobee

ejmaztec wrote: »

It was copied and pasted, or it would have disappeared from the website. I wasn't around for WW2, but I'll try and be quick enough to get a few lines in for WW3.

There was a man called Joe,
Whose poetic words did flow,
and nasty bastard Ejmaztec,
devoid of any decorum.
advised him that it wouldn’t be right,
to post em in this forum.

Ok , write some poems on ww3, but dont put Giap in, he wasn't in ww2 either.

citizen_p

there once was a nazi called rick
he was a right prick
he killed all the jews and stole their shoes
thats why they called him a nazi prick

by S.C 9/9/2010

jobee

Mousey- wrote: »

there once was a nazi called rick
he was a right prick
he killed all the jews and stole their shoes
thats why they called him a nazi prick

by S.C 9/9/2010

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Bet you wouldn't have said that to his face.