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We hadn't heard a single bomb, we heard no ack-ack fire.
We didn't go without a meal, our straits were never dire.
The hens laid eggs, the goats gave milk, the garden was well-tilled,
And Dad provided vegetables, to keep our tummies filled.

The khaki convoys pulled up on the verges now and then,
We'd make tea, if we had some, for the weary, cheery men.
We'd count the heavy bombers as they headed to Berlin,
And Mum, all misty-eyed would pray, for brothers, Bob and Jim.

We'd count the lonely drone, as the survivors limped to base,
The tears welled in Mum's eyes, then spilled, and ran right down her face.
Those laboured flights in blackest nights, kept enemies at bay,
Remembrance of those brave young men must never go away.

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