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Two girls who tennis crazy were
Starting their holiday
Were asked by two young unkown men
If they might join the foray.

I should have known by his moustache
My partner brave was he
Who'd done his stint of bombing raids
On England's enemy.

We laughed and played and danced and sunbathed
And did so many things
We did not notice how the days
Passed by on golden wings.

Twas time to part twas sad to say
Twas over all too soon
He kissed me and we said goodbye
Beneath the silvery moon.

A holiday romance they said
And we both knew it too
For we had other friends of course
And to them we'd been true.

I sometimes wonder what the Fates
For us had held in store
Had we both known each other long
Or loved each other more.

His name it scarcely matters now
It's two thousand and three
But to me and to all Squadron B
He was known as just "Henry"

I do not know if he survived
Or if his life was given
That we might live our lives in peace
In this part of Glorious Devon.

I sometimes wander round the town
The tennis courts I see
And smile as I remember days
At Sidmouth by the sea.

This poem was written by my aunt, Alma Clarke. It was about 1941 when she met the two tennis players and I can remember her telling me the story some years ago. When she showed the poem I asked her if I could put it onto the People's War website and she is looking forward to her friends and family all over the world reading it.

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