Berlin

Berlin

Poem about young man killed.

1943-08-23

One page handwritten document

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[underlined] Berlin. [/underlined]
Aug [underlined] 23rd, 1943. [/underlined]
There was no sad farewell, no parting tears,
No souvenirs to treasure through the years,
No lifelong friendship, growing day by day,
Into a world of dreams that ever stay.
We could not plan a future just for two.
We lived in unreality, meetings. AH!! so few,
For in each others heart the truth was born,
Our fears were strengthened with each coming dawn.
You were so young to die, but God saw fit,
To send you swiftly on that final trip,
Be buried rudely in some foreign soil,
Thats [sic] rich in English blood, and English toil,
But peace will ever reign, where honour lies.
Even though in Germany, a British Airman dies.
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