9th May 1945
"Today I left Luneberg by plane and arrived in beautiful England. What a reception we had on landing! -have never been so close to tears since I was a lad. Expect to be home in 48 hours".
My plane touched down at the break of dawn.
The English soil beneath my feet,
The relief as strong as the rising sun.
My eyes were moist as I filled my lungs
with the cool, light air of a blighty morn.
And as the Nightingale
welcomed me home,
I whispered a prayer-
"Thank you Lord, I survived my war".
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