'C.D.' Poem by A. P. Herbert

Thank you, soldiers of the street,
Never budging, never beat,
You who steer, so fierce and fast,
Ambulances through the blast,
You with stretchers, you with cranes,
Tireless in the grim remains.
Heroes while the blitz is on,
Less considered when it's gone
You have waited year by year,
Done your job, and let them jeer.
Now, the story shows you right:
You were ready 'on the night'.
Not so young, and under-manned,
Faithful in the breach you stand.
Never budging, never beat,
Thank you, soldiers of the street.
February 27, 1044