Waltham final version
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Waltham final version
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Final version of four verse poem about Lancaster JB596 crashing on Hatcliffe Top when returning from operation to Berlin. Airfield was fog bound and crew were on 23rd operation.
Additional information on the crash is available via the IBCC Losses Database.
Additional information on the crash is available via the IBCC Losses Database.
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One-page printed document
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Transcription
Through the years you are remembered
Here, where harvests of golden corn are gathered
No swords of war now but ploughshares instead
The Pine trees that your Lancaster scythed through still stand sentinel
Over these peaceful fields where your lifeblood was shed
OR
You are remembered here-where now harvests of golden grain are gathered
Where war swords have been beaten into peaceful ploughshares instead
And the Pine trees still stand silent sentinels
Over these fields where your young lifeblood was shed
In their Lancaster they had bravely battled with Berlin’s fighters and flak
Skipper Proudfoot and his young crew on their 23rd Op
Homing to Waltham, through cloud dense and low
Crashed by the Pines and suffered and died
On Hatcliffe Top
The years have flown by but you are remembered
Here where rich bounties are spread
And the trees of Pine stand sentinel
Over peaceful fields where young lifeblood was shed
Shed in the hope that there would be
Lasting peace for humanity
Pause by this stone and before you go
Remember
The debt to brave Bomber Command Aircrews
That we will forever owe
ALTERNATE VERSE
Now, no reaper of death to take youth in its prime
You are remembered here, where nature’s rich bounties are spread
And where the trees of pine still stand silent sentinel
Over the peaceful fields where your young lifeblood was shed
Here, where harvests of golden corn are gathered
No swords of war now but ploughshares instead
The Pine trees that your Lancaster scythed through still stand sentinel
Over these peaceful fields where your lifeblood was shed
OR
You are remembered here-where now harvests of golden grain are gathered
Where war swords have been beaten into peaceful ploughshares instead
And the Pine trees still stand silent sentinels
Over these fields where your young lifeblood was shed
In their Lancaster they had bravely battled with Berlin’s fighters and flak
Skipper Proudfoot and his young crew on their 23rd Op
Homing to Waltham, through cloud dense and low
Crashed by the Pines and suffered and died
On Hatcliffe Top
The years have flown by but you are remembered
Here where rich bounties are spread
And the trees of Pine stand sentinel
Over peaceful fields where young lifeblood was shed
Shed in the hope that there would be
Lasting peace for humanity
Pause by this stone and before you go
Remember
The debt to brave Bomber Command Aircrews
That we will forever owe
ALTERNATE VERSE
Now, no reaper of death to take youth in its prime
You are remembered here, where nature’s rich bounties are spread
And where the trees of pine still stand silent sentinel
Over the peaceful fields where your young lifeblood was shed
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“Waltham final version,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed April 27, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/39797.
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