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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required >We have just remembered the ending of the Second World War VE day it's called. My father, well stepfather was a member of the British Expeditionary Force. He was injured and evacuated by one of these little boats. The little boats Men waited in the cold sea. Water up to their necks you see. A fighter plane fired at them. No shelter could they find those men. Men on the shore tried to help. Shooting as the planes flew by. Not wishing their comrades to die. On the high seas, destroyers then. Sent out their boats, for those men. Brave British and French allies. Waiting there, I tell no lies. Then, much to their dismay. Those large ships sailed away. Quietness then descended there. Brave men in the sea, despaired. Suddenly, there was a cry. Lookouts there, did e-spy. The little boats have come by. From England now, I do not lie. Many men were saved that way. On our little boats, they were I say. Many taken from the sea. Soaking wet, cold, but free. Free from all that turmoil so. Now afloat and homeward bound. The British army, safe and sound. Not all of course, as some did stay. Fighting, to hold Germans at Bay. So their friends, could get away. Leaving this blessed killing ground. Returned to England, safe and sound. Them little boats, did us grand. Years later now, the little boats do go. To them beaches, now aglow. With them spirits, that we know. Brave, British men and so. Sound your horns, ring the bells. For you with little boats did well. Captains of the little boats too. Deserve the praise of all of you. Thank you, for answering the call. To save our army, was that call. The army was of our brave men. Brave souls were, all of them. Them that survive, now are old. But memories they have now told. Of those little boats, on the sea. Who, thank God, saved our army. 'Where?' You ask, 'did they lurk.' Off the beaches of Dunkirk. Sitting in the comforts of my home, I felt humbled by the actions of all those brave men in their little boats, to go into such a den of iniquity. How brave it was of them, ordinary civilians, with probably no military training, to enter such a den of iniquity. I dare say we'll never be able to offer sufficient thanks. Lets hope we are never called to do such a thing again. I wrote this just as the remaining few Little Boats were on their way to join in the remembrance and I will say celebrations of such a gallant action. God save the |Queen.Pages 11-13 Book 2 of Poems. Some happy some sad.......(TMA)<
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