Lifting the lid on a legacy.
This worn Black Magic box
Stores the memories of exile and return.
The crumpled parching papers
Inked with the fountain nib
I struggle to decode the scribings.
RAF service and release book,
'Catapillar Club' loyalty card,
Sown crests and military badges.
I root to the bottom of the box
Finding a purple and white ribbon
Frayed at each end.
A patch from your warfare past
The threads loosen,
Eased by the release of time.
"An act of valour, courage or devotion
to duty whilst flying
in active operations against the enemy."
The Red Cross ribbon
No longer tied to the bar of pride
As its purple stripe shimmers.
Though from it the metal no longer hangs,
In my mind your bravery shines
Like golden treasure.
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