Manchester United 1958-Part 3 of 3

Manchester United 1958-3 of 3 by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015 I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so a tourniquet I tied and hoped that that would be OK, till more help could arrive A man had suddenly appeared, a syringe was in his hand I told him there were more inside, and hoped he’d understand then suddenly explosions, from the back half of the plane knocked the doctor off his feet, but he got up again I turned around and saw them, it was so hard to believe Bobby and Denis standing there, I was so relieved I had thought they were both dead, when I pulled them from the plane now they were both staring, just watching the spreading flame More rescuers had now arrived, to take over control I sank to my knees and wept, and deep down in my soul there in the snow and mud and slush, amidst the awful pain thanked God that some of us survived, to live our lives again” The Team returned to Manchester, shattered and torn asunder 8 of them were left behind, and fans could only wonder 7 dead, and Duncan Edwards, still fighting for his life Would United rise again, and battle through this strife They finished out the League that year, ninth was where they’d sit they played Bolton in the FA cup, but their heart was not in it the team was drained, and they were tired of being labelled “Heroes” Their friends were dead, and they felt guilty, collecting all these cudoes 21 of 44, would die that fateful day, but it was a miracle, that any walked away Captain Rayment and Captain Thain, had done what they felt was right but this story would not be written, if they’d agreed to stay the night Duncan Edwards fought so hard, it was thought that he might live but with his body broke and torn, he had no more to give, after 15 days, he passed away, and Manchester grieved again he’d joked with Jimmy Murphy, he’d be fit for their next game. One more would die from injuries, he had received that day three weeks later, Kenneth Rayment, the co-pilot past away a decorated flying ace, he had won the DFC, though doctors fought to save him, it was not to be There’s not much more that can be said, about that fateful day we wish that we could just go back, and to the people say you should stay here for just one more night, a fresh start in the morning and we would not be crying now, and we would not be mourning