Remembrance Day poem

Dear Editor:

I wrote this poem last Remembrance day after attending the service in Fergus.

My father Alan Harold Marr served in the Second World War – RCAF Squadron 407 stationed Chivonor, North Devon, England. He was a pilot flying Wellington aircraft over the English coast keeping German subs off her shores. My father was named after his uncle, who died at Vimy Ridge.

A young man was called to duty so off to war he went. Never giving it a second thought where he might be sent. The days were long and the nights were cold. He saw things no man should see but he did it with pride and conviction to keep his country free. Day after day and night after night bullets and bombs, they fell. No one knew as these men did they were living a living hell. On the 11th day, 11th hour the war was finally done. There was no glory, no victory; too many had lost their sons. I thank you all with my grateful heart because you went for me. I will never forget your sacrifice to keep this country free.

Dedicated to my father. With love, your daughter.

Thank you. I will be attending the service this Remembrance day.

Ellen Marr, Fergus