大象传媒

I was just eight years old on that 3rd day of september,
A day in my life i will always remember,
We had decleared war upon the hun,
To the average school kid it seemed good fun,
But later on , not knowing how wrong we would be,
Like no more day trips to the see.

No more sand castles to be made,
No ice cream , no lemonade,
Replaced instead by barbed wire and mines,
Booby traps and other kinds.
There soon would be rationing in the shops,
Including our sweets and lolipops.

With so much uncertanty and so much to fear,
Menfolk will be called up and then there will be tears,
Thiry nine almost over, christmas is here, weve hung up our stockings to give us good cheer.
A one shilling train set santa left me that year,
Still we had a good christmas, mother saw to that,
There was even enough left over to feed the cat.

The year now ended and the forties were here,
No church bells to ring in the new year.
Winter has arrived with us once more,
Black out blinds , oh! whata bore.
Theres a cold easterly wind blowing across the marshes tonight, maybe tommorrow, we will have a snowfight.

Mothers getting worried, theres not much meat,
Especialy at the butchers in the high street.
So its up in the morning and out with the snares,
Down to the sea wallto see what is there.
Rabbit tracks out in the snow,
Weve set up our traps, well you never know.

Back in the evening, we never know our luck,
This time we are lucky , weve caught a brown buck.
Rabbit stew will be on the menu tommorrow,
Maybe the next day, another to follow.
Winter now over, spring is here,
The war still going on , we have no fear.

But dark cloud were gathering on the horizon that year,
So much uncertainty, us kids still had no fear,
Like the disaster at Dunkirk was a blow to us all,
The flotilla of small sips who went to the call, I remember the troop trains passing slowly by,
As we stood on the embankment waving, they started to cry.

All bandadged up and looking so forlorn,
Some wondering wether it was worth being born.
August is with us, the luftwaffe are here,
Us snotty nosed kids we know of no fear.
White fluffy vapour trails up in the sky,
Dozens of aircraft were wondering why.

Hurricanes, spitfires, me 109s,
Revving there engines to make their big climb.
From out of the sun a spitfire appears,
He,s shot up a messerschmit, everone cheers.
The battle of britain had just begun,
Maybe tommorrow we will see more fun.

Al the local kids are doing a dash,
Words got round, theres been a crash.
So its down to the marshes as fast as we can go,
Might pick up a souvenier you never know.
A hawker hurricane has been shot down,
Fragments of the fuselage scattered around.

The smell of octane and cordite filling the air,
Spent out bullet cases lying everywhere.
But this time we were unlucky, we had nothing at all,
We were confronted by the law.
With the war still raging,we have no fears,
Theres plenty of time for souveniers.

With the battle now won, its the end of september,
Another year in my life , i shall still remember.

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