He was born at 3.30 in the morning
A difficult birth, must be said.
The labour lasted just short of two days
So, he is hungry, and demands to be fed.
Several years have now passed
And he is 5 years old.
His first day at school, it is looming
He’s excited, he’s brave and he’s bold.
And now he is heading to college
He wants to get himself a degree.
And then he’ll join the RAF
What an adventure that will be.
He’s fighting for his country
Who have got tangled up in a war.
The casualties, they are heavy
He’s losing comrades he has known from afar.
His plane is shot down and he’s wounded
He awakes in a military bed.
No more flying for him, he’s told
He’ll have to have a desk job instead.
But that’s not for him – not why he joined up
A pilot was all he’d ever be.
He’s fighting again now, a personal battle
To get back in a fighter jet, soaring and free.
His persistence, it works, and he’s got what he wanted
And a long, worthy career he does have.
He’s retiring now to live in the countryside
Enjoying what his comrades died to save.
It’s just passed his 85th birthday
And he is so tired right now.
His life’s had its ups and down - he’d agree
But, he’s got this far into it, somehow.
They said that he died whilst he was asleep
So peaceful, just as he had yearned.
They buried him alongside his Mum
And he was wearing the medals he’d earned.
Sent in by: jo.hale@blueyonder.co.uk