Post by Administrator on Feb 20, 2021 1:57:47 GMT
THANK YOU REGGIE EARNSHAW
I heard a story not often told,
Of a cabin boy, both brave and bold.
Who did not waver, did not bend,
Who did his duty to the end.
He sought to serve his country's cause,
Without fanfare, without applause.
He signed aboard a merchant ship,
To sail into the apocalypse.
NORTH DEVON sailed for the Tyne that day,
When a German bomber came her way.
All about the bombs did fall,
Near the cabin boy, who stood up tall.
He met his end in the engine room,
Amid scalding steam and acrid fume.
A mere young lad of fourteen years,
A missing son, a Mother's tears.
So, thank you Reggie Ernshaw,
Who crossed that final bar.
Who gave his life amid the strife,
To remind us who we are.
Ian Adrian Millar
I heard a story not often told,
Of a cabin boy, both brave and bold.
Who did not waver, did not bend,
Who did his duty to the end.
He sought to serve his country's cause,
Without fanfare, without applause.
He signed aboard a merchant ship,
To sail into the apocalypse.
NORTH DEVON sailed for the Tyne that day,
When a German bomber came her way.
All about the bombs did fall,
Near the cabin boy, who stood up tall.
He met his end in the engine room,
Amid scalding steam and acrid fume.
A mere young lad of fourteen years,
A missing son, a Mother's tears.
So, thank you Reggie Ernshaw,
Who crossed that final bar.
Who gave his life amid the strife,
To remind us who we are.
Ian Adrian Millar