With a last farewell to Army tanks
and the dangerous battle zone,
joining hands with comrades
he begins the journey home...
an air flight back to England
where he will never walk alone.
Accolades will be waiting,
his mother speaking on the 'phone.
Such a special day - eighth of May
when bluebirds flew over Dover Bay.
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