(In memory of Sgt. Jimmy Thornton)


A poem about a colleague who was missing in action.



Two typewritten sheets


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(In memory of Sgt. Jimmy Thornton)
From forty one to forty three
We lived our lives as one.
We trained and talked, drank and walked.
Our lives were in the sun.
From Blackpool. Brid to Heaton Park
And Aston Down as well.
Each station brought us near our goal
'Though some of it was hell.
Wintered in Canadian snows
Our brevets and tapes to earn.
Then back home to Harrogate
And still much more to learn.
Then the parting of the ways,
Our paths no more to cross.
From OTU to HCU
Then a crew for a squadron loss.
We flew, we fought by night and day
Our duty must be done
Without a though for future years
Till the fight was won.,
I tried to found out where you'd gone,
'Gone missing' so, they said.
Then I found in later years
Your name among the dead.

Your name 1s now emblazoned
On Runnymede’s great wall:
In letters clear of shinning gold
Your death reminds us all -
You lie in some forgotten field
Or in a watery grave.
Now I who live, am humbled
By your young life you gave.


“Jimmy,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed July 23, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/28354.

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