A Big Thank-You.

if only certain areas could talk, you'd get some war stories from old york, i live surrounded by old air fields and bases, thousands of ghost,so many faces. hitler decided he'd try to rule all, poland among others had to fall, but his mistake was to pick on us brits, on the chin for a while,we took his hits. we asked for help from our allies the yanks, to all those young men,we owe more than thanks, one old saying was,"over loud,over paid and over here" but without their help we'd be living in fear. some so young,they'd not left home before, then they were dumped on a foreign shore, the battle of britain,was to control the skies, it wasn't going to go to hitler and his guys. from elvington drome the big bombers flew, clifton and linton were another two, tockwith,acaster,rufforth and more, some just fields,these lads knew the score. down south in london they got the blitz, we,as people took so many hits, but our bulldog spirit was to fight back, the canadians and yanks lead one attack,. on a bomb they wrote"hitler this is for you" "and we guess you know who's sending it too", lots of these poor guys never made it back, but st kept going,attack after atta, finally at a cost we got the peace, in sept 45 this war did cease, we can't let our world be ruled by cranks, we owe a debt of gratitude, to all those young yanks.