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In Memory of Black Wednesday

It was a sunny day of January in 1943,
Some kids were strolling off to school,
a common sight to see,
And as they hurried, not to be late,
No one knew or dreamt their fate.

Now on a distant airfield some German bombers stood,
Loaded up with bombs of death, which Germans think are good,
And as the hour approached the engines they were started.
And knowing what their mission was the Nazi pilots gloated
The planes they took off with a roar,
And picked up their formation,
Then headed for their target, which
Was again our dear old London.

The time it was just afternoon,
When out of the clouds a plane did zoom,
Straight at the school the plane did roar,
And released a bomb, and then some more.
And in that minute who can tell,
Those poor kids must have gone through hell,
Cut down as if by a knife
Those poor kids died so early in life,
Although they suffered untold pain,
Their dear young lives weren't taken in vain,
We'll make those Nazi cowards pay,
We'll never forget that Black Wenesday.

And so that day, it has gone past,
But it's left a mark that will ever last
On the hearts of parents and relatives,
That day they'll remember as long as they live.
May God be with them in their sorrow
And give them strength to face to-morrow.

E. J. Ingram 30th January 1943

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