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.
He wrote on the poem:
‘Rather good I thought, out of Sat night,’
Cliff
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember
them. - Laurence
Binyon
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