by Teresa Hall

Those boys, how valiantly they flew!
The clock struck on the watch tower
and eagerly the chosen few
ascended to the skies.
Then, two by two they
droned across the sea,
for duty called …
relentlessly.
By God’s good grace
with engines four reduced
to three, they struggled home
on answered prayers
to sweet England’s shores.
Though some ill-fated,
twisted wrecks were all that
remained of a seven-man crew.
The lucky ones, with heavy hearts,
would live to tell the tale.
My Dad was one of these.