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- joyce-barbour
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- Joyce Barbour
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- St. Alban's Head,Worth Matravers, Dorset
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- A6346406
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- 24 October 2005
‘D’ DAY
I was there
just 90 miles from Omaha
the fatal beach
where so many fell
that day.
The roar of aircraft
dominated
our thinking.
A mass of light
saturated the Radar —
we could do no more
than estimate
the metal masses
overhead.
Our normal detailed tracking
impossible,
Filter Room in Stanmore
kept demanding
‘visual’ evidence and so
we constantly ran outside
to count the squadrons
overhead.
300 feet above the Channel
the sky so blue —
a freshening wind…..
it seemed we could have
walked to France
as boat after boat
stretched as far
as the eye could see.
Amazingly
the deployment of such
a massive force was kept
so secret……
we knew nothing
of what was to come.
Looking back from today,
perhaps it was as well
we did not know.
We remember the brave…
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