It was the year of 1939,
Hitler was our enemy,
The lads and I would shoot down his planes
and dream of our Spitfires fighting for our Country
'BANG BANG', I'd say,
'I've shot that down, Britains won, Hurray'!
But then it happened my Father was gone,
It was Summer, it was May,
but the grey clouds rolled and the sunrays dimmed
and mother cried all day.
War was fun, it was a game,
but now We know the truth,
All those families, All those men
destoyed with just one shoot.
By Michelle Bradley
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