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Battle of Britain.
We received an eMail from Ron Johnston who lives in Telford, Shropshire, in the UK and who just by chance got our address from a recent edition of the Vetaffairs newspaper. (It goes far and wide doesn’t it). Ron advised that a British paper, the Daily Mail, is featuring surviving pilots of the Battle of Britain, and they need help in tracking down any living BOB pilots living in Australia. Anyone with any info can send it direct to letters@dailymail.co.ukRon also advises that the Battle of Britain Association recently held a reunion at the RAF Museum at Hendron, North London, and 109 answered the roll call. It is believed that the numbers are now down to 315 out of a total of about 3,000 There are plans for a monument on London’s Victoria Embankment large enough to accommodate all 3,000 names.
But, as we’ve said on many an occasion, "it’s a helluva small world"!!!
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| Ron, recently in the UK. We include his photo because someone’s sure to remember him from the Thai/Malaysia skirmish in the early 60’s, the world’s just not big enough any more -- you just can’t hide anywhere. |
Ron vividly remembers the trip into Nui Dat with Wallaby airlines, with its steep descent/take off made necessary so as to minimise "shoot-ups" of the aircraft. For first timers a STOL in a Caribou is quite an experience, not at all like a take off and/or landings in that other old La Viet work horse, the USAF C123.
Like the rest of us, he also has vivid memories of the Flags area, but insists he never tried any of the hepatitis rolls sold there late at night, (We did-they were damn good), but on more than one occasion he can recollect catching the "Lambro" back to base after having a few.
Ron also sent us a copy of an ODE he had written, and seeing as ANZAC Day has only just gone, we’d like to share it with you.
REMEMBRANCE
Early alarm calls all comrades to rise,And wipe the sleep from bloodshot eyes;
To don those medals shining bright,
March on, march on, in the pale November light.
We look around and call the roll,
Anyone seen Bill from Shrewsbury Town?
Alas, alas, another Sunset Call,
March on, march on, in the pale November light.
Forty thousand feet marching as one,
Some crisply gait, others slight;
Forty thousand ears hearing the drum,
March on, march on, in the pale November light.
With heads bowed low in silent prayer,
Leaves rustle loudly on the autumn air;
Reveille sounds bringing us erect,
March on, march on, in the pale November light.
It is the same throughout the lands,
Where Allies once bore arms to fight;
As we closed the books on ninety nine,
March on, march on, in the pale November light.
As the new Millenium moves to double zero one,
Another bloody war, fight on, fight on, they'll say;
More names are added to the stone,
March on, march on, in the pale November light.
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.
If you’ve been to any of the spots mentioned before, and you’d like to have a yarn over the ether with Ron, send your emails to us and we’ll direct them on. We know he’d be glad to hear from you.
Great to see the public getting behind the blokes and blokettes that went to Timor - those that went to Vietnam, when thinking of their home coming all those years ago, must feel a little sadness, and surely must be thinking - if only.
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