by | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Through lashing rain and stormy seas,
We answered to the call,
Racing on to foreign lands,
Where many men would fall.

We faced the terror from above,
And submarines below,
And gale force winds that raised the waves,
To make our journey slow.

We lost so many on the way,
And prayed that we’d get through,
With heads held high we carried on,
What else was there to do.

Finally we saw them there,
And plucked them from the sea,
We helped them off the beaches,
Just young lads like you and me.

That day will never be forgotten,
For us a line of work,
But it lives on in memory,
When we sailed to Dunkirk.


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