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Date: 21st December 2012

Last night the final programme was shown and again it was excellent .  I was particularly interested because for the past two years I've had the honour of helping with the Veterans at the Battle of Britain Remembrance Service and my heart swelled with pride when I watched the slow march to the Altar by some of the very few veterans we still have with us.  Some of them have become particular friends and I felt honoured recently to be invited to stay with Tom and Eileen Neil (they actually worked with René Mouchotte at Biggin Hill).  Tom was in the parade with his son Patrick behind him - carrying on with tradition.

Some months ago, I meant to share this little poem with you and now seems an appropriate moment.  At the Allied Air Forces Service of Remembrance in September at Elvington, this lovely poem was read out during the service.  I asked permission to reproduce it and here it is - remarkable that it was written by a 12 year old.  I wonder if she went on to write more poetry and what has become of her.

         ‘WHO ARE THESE MEN?’

Who are these men who march so proud,
Who quietly weep, eyes closed, head bowed?
These are the men who once were boys
Who missed out on youth and all its joys.

Who are these men with aged faces,
Who silently count the empty spaces?
These are the men who gave their all
Who fought for their country for freedom for all.

Who are these men with sorrowful look
Who can still remember the lies that were took?
These are the men who saw young men die
The price of peace is always so high.

Who are these men who in the midst of pain
Whispered comfort to those they would not see again?
These are the men whose hands held tomorrow,
Who brought back our future with blood, tears and sorrow.

Who are these men who promise to keep
Alive in their hearts the ones God holds asleep?
These are the men to who I promise again:
‘Veterans’, my friends – I will remember them!

(Written by; an ‘unknown’ 12 year old girl – 1966)

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