He flew at the start, when the war was so slight
Over Stravanger and Norway at dead of night
And when it increased he still flew on
With leaflets then bombs in the old Wellingtons.
He learnt then he taught some few scores of men
That our planes may fly again again
Until one again he destined to fly
Little did he know – Also to die
At nose or tail or maybe as W/Op
He played his part on many an “Opp”
Until with a moon and a cold frosty night
He met his victor and lost the fight.
He was so gallant brave and true
Who met his death when he last flew
For England’s cause he did his best
In France he lies in peace and restVic Green R.A.F. In tribute to his brother Fl/Sgt. Frederick George Green
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember
them. - Laurence
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