When I waken in the night,

Roused by training planes in flight,

Strange the sound should bring you near:

You, three thousand miles from here.

Also strange I do not find

Doubt or fear within my mind,

Fear for you who nightly fly

Through a troubled, alien sky,

That people in the darkened lands

May be released from ruthless hands.

When I waken in the night,

hearing hidden planes in flight,

I turn again to sleep and know

That God is always where you go.

Clara Bernhardt 1911-1993 (shown right)

With reference to P/O. Clifford Roy Sullivan 11th September 1942