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My cousin, my Hero They stood on the street In two’s and three’s Waiting for something to happen The cobblestone street, wet from a Recent rain gave off a smell Of horse and dankness These boys of the day Knew what they had to do The stirring of patriotism rose In their blood Such were the times – a call to arms My cousin took up the challenge Learning to fly Soon he would be winging over Germany He returned with a DFC He was my Hero From him I learned the love of flying So that with each flight, I remember him I never went to war But I did have personal wars of my own And his strength grew within me Thank you Joe |
Additional Notes:
He flew Spitfires and Lancasters. He was presented with his DFC by the Queen of England (Mary).
The DFC (Distinguished Flying Cross) is the second highest medal in the British Empire. He had
it reconfirmed to him a second time and thus earned what is called a "bar " and
oak leaf cluster to add to the medal. This was WW2.
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