Merchant Navy A war, a convoy, a letter through the door, A wife that is a wife no more Her children are called away from school To be broken the news so terribly cruel “Your father has sailed to a distant land And can not be reached by human hand No more shall we meet him upon the quay He can not come back to you or to me” Some days later, when tears have passed Her children asleep and quiet at last She sits down to wish of one more goodbye And to ponder and puzzle and ask merely why? The warships guard the convoys tight, Prepared to stand, prepared to fight. But they are not who the foe will attack. They hunt the ones that cannot fight back. “My husband has sailed to a distant land, Following orders of higher command, He sails his ship on a distant sea Never again to dock on an English quay” Who will remember the warships and crew? The soldiers in trenches, the men who flew? All will remember the forces of men, Who left, never to return again. But who will remember the brave men of sea Whose ships were unarmed and could only flee? Who shouldered the burden of feeding their land, In ships with conditions fit for the damned I will remember, with poppy and voice To tell of the merchant ships and of their choice. The tankers, the trawlers, the fishing boats too I remember their sacrifice and say Thank You Kerry Dainty
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 19:52:41 +0000
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