Those who live, what lies before them?

Poverty, perhaps, and woe.

Though their loved ones still adore them.

Their dreams are shattered by the foe

Yet their spirits still unshattered,

And before the impulse cools,

They start to mend their castles battered,

With all that's left of broken tools.

Remember in the Peace that's after,

The price we paid to win the Quest;

Forget not midst rejoicing laughter,

The thousands in Eternal Rest.

From a diary kept by F/O. Peter Carter and published in a West Croyden magazine in 1942.

Peter, serving with 302 Polish Squadron, was killed on the 18th October 1940 aged 21.