War Poems

To The RAF	'Two Fusiliers'
Never since English ships went out To singe the beard of Spain, Or English sea-dogs hunted death Along the Spanish Main, Never since Drake and Raleigh won Our freedom of the seas, Have sons of Britain dared and done More valiantly than these. Whether at midnight or at noon, Through mist or open sky, Eagles of freedom, all our hearts Are up with you on high; While Britain's mighty ghosts look down From realms beyond the sun And whisper, as their record pales, Their breathless, deep, Well Done!	Robert Graves By wire and wood and stake we're bound, By Fricourt and by Festubert, By whipping rain, by the sun's glare By all the misery and loud sound, By a Spring day, By Picard clay. from 'Two Fusiliers'
Dedicated to the RAF by Anonymous	Dedicated by Anonymous

Twenty five years since I saw you last I see you every day in my thoughts Sometimes the memory makes me smile Sometimes it makes me sad My own milestones And I think of what you've missed My marriage and my children made me think You'd have made a loving husband and a great dad Distant memories of our childhood together Sometimes they seem so long ago Sometimes they seem like only yesterday Your birthday, when your present was a 'dalek' suit I wasn't impressed, I was afraid of Doctor Who I would hide behind the settee when it was on And here at your party you were dressed up as my worst nightmare or so it seemed Little did I know at the time that my worse nightmare would be losing you Enjoying playing at doctors and nurses And not understanding why we were being told off When your dad caught us Me in labour You delivering the doll stuffed up my jumper Taking me to find the best conkers Every Autumn I still think of you when I see conkers scattered on the ground I like to hold them in my hand Rub my thumb over the smooth shell and I miss you You teaching me to swim We spent hours in the local pool Playing at underwater adventures You were The Man from Atlantis I was The Little Mermaid I start Secondary School You're in the year above You look after me You tease me in front of your mates And my mates fancy you You make me laugh with your jokes about the school dinners Discos at the Civic Centre You dance like Michael Jackson You dress like Michael Jackson You have the white socks You have the short trousers You have the sleeves pushed up And the white leather tie You are so cool You dance with your younger sister You're both amazing Living room furniture pushed back Hours spent practising your moves You're in the Royal Navy I'm so proud of you You look like a man in your uniform But then it's the Falklands Conflict I'm confused Where is the Falklands? Where is our Stephen going? You send letters You're scared You write like a boy in your uniform You're supposed to go on the HMS Sheffield You're transferred to another ship The HMS Sheffield is bombed and I am thankful God is watching over you, it isn't your time to die At work a man is listening to the news on the radio The HMS Coventry has been hit he says matter of factly There are sailors missing, presumed killed in action Stephen Tonkin, God has decided that now it is your time!
Dedicated by Anonymous

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