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A poem that was pinned to the cross
D-DAY FIFTY YEARS ON
6TH June 1994
I would like to make a scrapbook of fifty
years ago, so that one day
our children would look through it, and then ehy would really know
of sacrifices made for the freedom we have today, and of those who
gave their lives for us, and who in foreign fields now lay.
The grieving ones they left behind, just their memories to hold
dear,
husbands, sons and brothers, as as they left, we never knew their
fear.
I wiped away a silent tear remembering fifty years ago,
of how they sailed away then to face a mighty foe.
Lads in the convoys all around us, in every road and street,
they were the grandest bunch of men you could ever wish to meet.
We opened up our homes and hearts, we made them cups of tea,
and then a quietness descended whey they put out to sea,
What were their thoughts as they sailed away, some never to reutrn
They had to end the tyranny for children yet unborn.
We owe a debt to all of them which can never be repaid,
unless we put this world to rights, and then the sacrifices made,
will not have been in vain.
Let us remember those past dark years, we pulled together then,
we fought for what we knew was right, we can do it yet again.
I watched the veterans march today along the beaches they fought to
take,
with heads held high and medals gleaming.what a picture they did
make.
And then I watched them on their pilgrimage to the rows of white
crosses there,
I saw them stand, remembering, the grief they had to share.
So many of the fallen were only just young boys
they would never know the peace we have, would never know the joys.
We have so many thanks to give, we will remember them with pride.
until our memories fade away and we stand with side by side.
Betty Whitcher
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