Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ac her forþ beraò; fugelas singaò, gylleò grœghama</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gnashing enemy tanks are coming on<br>while the Ratel-90 stands still<br>and many things<br>goes through my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shot sounds thundering<br>and for a moment I am blinded<br>by smoke, dust and giant flames<br>that devours things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The redneck is still shooting<br>through branches and bushes<br>with the front machinegun<br>and it can cost his life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but he shoots on like a machine<br>and feeds the ammunition belt<br>and I let the driver pull him in<br>and he’s again aboard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">locked behind armoured steel<br>where he curses and takes out his rage<br>and shoot from within<br>and he speaks a foreign tongue: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Ac her forþ beraò; <br>fugelas singaò, <br>gylleò grœghama”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We drive away with speed<br>and stop and shoot and drive again<br>and let projectiles<br>find their targets deadly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so we continue for hours<br>that drag into days<br>and around us the enemy is shot out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and what is not burning, <br>is already junk<br>or just left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enemy soldiers of Fapla, <br>Cuba and a few from Russia<br>lie shot to pieces, <br>some half burnt<br>and whole brigades are wiped out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and in the distance I hear jackals howling<br>and the air is full of vultures<br>turning in it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while the stench of death, <br>phosphorous and gunpowder almost suffocates me<br>and some more dust or maybe emotions<br>makes my eyes tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[References: Redneck=>Englishman. “Ac her forþ beraò; fugelas singaò, gylleò grœghama” => Gaelic for: “For here starts war; carrion birds sing, and grey wolves howl.” From: “The Fight at Finnsburh.” Jackal => a African fox.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397483" data-title="Ac her forþ beraò; fugelas singaò, gylleò grœghama de Gert Strydom" data-description="Gnashing enemy tanks are coming on
while the Ratel-90 stands still
and many things
goes through my mind.

The shot sounds thundering
and for a moment I am blinded
by smoke, dust and giant flames
that devours things.

The redneck is still shooting
..."></div>
</div>
</div>