For years, I have wondered about them,
Three men, whose lives were so dear,
What happened in those final moments,
As they realised that death was so near?
They left me without a goodbye,
In a flash they were no more,
Just another statistic, a telegram,
Just another victim of war.
Fifty years passed in silence,
A lifetime of questioning, "Why me?"
Was it fate or was it karma,
Or a God that I could not see?
The records of time have revealed them
Through a search of the pages displayed,
They're scattered in grave sites, well tended,
In Bari, Tincabesti, Belgrade.
I'm at peace now, I know where my friends are.
They've been lying apart all these years,
But I feel we've been brought back together,
In a bond that has overcome tears.From the records of 150 Squadron - author unknown, can you advise further?
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember
them. - Laurence
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